fragments of music and thoughts that lingered in my mind for some unknown reason, and they have the need to break my skin and go out into the world (but instead, i type it on a screen)
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when i'm kissing your lips, does it hurt you to breathe?
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torn between trying to be a better man, and trying to accept the man i am
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can you come back to me? 'cause i was blind to see that you were right in front of me
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the thing about being nonbinary is that you really do start to forget that other people have such strict walls around what is and isn’t allowed for genders. i thought we all agreed that we made that up. could you climb out of the cave real quick and feel the sunshine for a minute.
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forced my dad to listen to csh for 2 hours straight, I'm an amazing child
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from the old house, the fiercest heart spoke, are you mine?
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Rise and grind? You misheard me. Fall and remain unmoving.
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being a symbolism enjoyer should humble you because at the end of the day no matter how eloquently you articulate it youre essentially saying "i love it when things have meaning"
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of course it was about you, it was always about you !!
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dont you get scared of meeting new people because you know you look BAD...?
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it's rlly crazy when you realize that other people also felt like you did, like- why do i feel like this, and how did people in the past overcome this? did they overcome it? just crazy to me, honestly
my favourite thing about history (and the reason why social history matters to me above anything else) is the reminder that there's no emotion i've felt, no grief or trauma, no joy or laughter, that hasn't been experienced by other people across time and space, and the idea of slipping into another life so different on the surface and yet so fundamentally similar to my own, and understanding them as a life like my own, with inner worlds that can't be easily articulated, with loved ones and favourite foods and days they woke up having slept wrong and the acute experiences of standing in a quiet room and watching the light catch on dust floating in the air, of the smell outside after it rains heavily, of mornings after having dreamt something feverish and strange, or the knowledge of an impending loss and trying to prepare for it emotionally. peeling fruit and giving a piece to a friend. being awake at an hour that feels like you're the only person alive in the world. that feeling when you know you need to eat and that you're hungry but you just don't find it appealing at all and it kind of makes you feel nauseous. i like imagining people in all different places and times experiencing those things, it makes me feel less alone and afraid of myself and my experience feels less daunting if that makes sense. others have lived with experiences like this too, and do, and will.
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