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[7nvk]

propaganda i am not falling for:

always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.

beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines

pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact

beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art

sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity

treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins

[7nvk]

obsessed where stories where it is like. the mistakes are unfixable and the worst thing that could happen happened and nothing can go back to how it was. but there was still love in this and love will continue after this and love endures always.

[7nvk]

[7nvk]

theres something addicting about destroying myself then putting myself back together again

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the worst part of my day is waking up

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sometimes i wonder if i could have been happy if my circumstances were different

[7nvk]

don’t ever say that i didn’t show any signs because i did. i begged you for help and you left me to die.

[7nvk]

new year, new suffering

[7nvk]

having to press my fingers against my pulse to remind myself that i’m alive; that my heart isn’t just dead weight in my chest

[7nvk]

i will give and give until nothing is left of me

[7nvk]

i think that (if you want) you should have a nice hug <3

thats very sweet, thank u anon (:

[7nvk]

i can’t remember a time when i didn’t feel this way. maybe it started when i began to feel far too empty for a 12 year old girl, and the rusty boxcutter on the counter started to seem enticing

[7nvk]

it’s hard to focus when everything feels like a dream

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anxiety traps me within my own mind and tears me apart quietly

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trying to live up to these impossible standards in my head to feel worthy of love is exhausting

[7nvk]

i wish i could go back to when i was younger and tell that little girl not to pick up the knife

[7nvk]

some days i think i’m okay and some days i wish i was six feet in the ground