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sophie calle, autobiographies (my mother died), 2013. (via)

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years ago i turned off anonymous messages, stopped talking about my personal life online, hid all vlogs and stopped showing and tagging my friends (except for here lol), it transformed my relationship with the internet and forced a lot of people to stop building unhealthy parasocial relationships with me and i’m glad.

people would be mad about a tweet or sentence i said that they disagreed with. it broke the illusion and stopped them from being able to project onto me and assume we always agree. they’d use something i shared about my life against me months after i shared to try to hurt me or destroy me in their heads even. i just stopped sharing. it’s such a waste of anyone’s life to remember facts about me in general, especially to try to hurt me.

anyway, privacy made me go from depressed to extremely happy online lol. i wish i could educate other online people to do this.

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all I need is someone who gently cups my face with both hands and tells me I'm not as damaged as I think I am

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Vasudhara by Shreejan Rajbhandari, Nepal

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snow days.

unreal.

*through gritted teeth* studying is a privilege.

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🦢🕊🌸

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i wholeheartedly believe girls who are on tumblr deserve fairy wings.

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When Fyodor Doestovesky wrote I always wanted all or nothing! You see it was just because I am not one who will accept half a happiness, but always wanted all.

And Jawed Sheikh said Aap kahiye toh nibhate chale jayenge magar is talluq mei aziyat ke siwa kuchh bhi nhi, mai kisi tarah bhi samjhota nhi kar skta ya toh sab kuchh hi mujhe chahiye ya kuchh bhi nhi.

I have reached a point where it's either you or no one else.

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The absolute audacity of a human heart to carry unburdened pain and still choose to say

Qismat mei nhi hoga yeh.

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I KINDA WISH I WAS BURIED SIX FEET UNDER GROUND BUT OH GOD I ALSO WISH I WAS BURIED IN YOUR ARMS

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someone buy me a sonny angle

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angel wings stay ON during sex

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I miss the beach.

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He once spoke of our soul tie, but I understand now that it is merely a yearning entangled with anxiety. I’ve never managed to share my tears with him; they always seemed to fall moments too late, just as he slipped away. On brighter days, he expresses a longing to hear my pain, and I yearn to bare my soul to him. But the fear looms large within me; fear of witnessing those tears take shape in his eyes, the guilt tightening within his heart. Still, there’s a part of me that aches to inflict some pain upon him, driven by a twisted sense of selfless love, where my own suffering clashes with the desire to see his heart tremble just a little.

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He is plagued by the thought of me walking away, leaving him to face the bitter chill of loneliness, while I, in turn, am haunted by the fear of being abandoned to that same coldness forever, just as I feel now. I find no resentment in my tears; instead, I cherish the warmth of their descent, a release that resonates deeply within me.