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And so I try to be kind

To everything I see

And in everything I see

I see him.

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a hill i will die on is that a little life by hanya yanagihara is not meaningless and is not torture porn and is in fact a very stark and realistic exploration of unprocessed trauma and the inability to talk and how trauma shapes the way you view those who love you and the fact that tiktok has turned it into the "you will cry at the end!!!!" book honestly breaks my heart

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me but with crochet

Can someone please explain to me WHY no one can accept that I knit for pleasure?? Every time someone compliments me on my knitting they ask me if I've thought about selling it. NO GOD DAMMIIT NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE A SIDE HUSTLE

It would take all the pleasure out of it.

Bring back people doing things for fun. Jesus.

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how do you reconnect to life after being disconnected for so long

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One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

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And now that we have the design officially released-

SOBBING CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP

The black chiton??? like he's apart of Charon's family now??? the medallion??? the LONG HAIR???? THE RING?????

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MOTHER MIRANDA resident evil village, 2021

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I haven’t seen one of these yet

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i’m either just going to be numb or have extreme mood swings for the rest of my life i guess

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unwell tonight

is this Lackadaisy?

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"why am I feeling symptoms of my disability?" 😐

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There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness, and terror involved in this kind of madness. When you’re high it’s tremendous. The ideas and feelings are fast and frequent like shooting stars, and you follow them until you find better and brighter ones. Shyness goes, the right words and gestures are suddenly there, the power to captivate others a felt certainty. There are interests found in uninteresting people. Sensuality is pervasive and the desire to seduce and be seduced irresistible. Feelings of ease, intensity, power, well-being, financial omnipotence, and euphoria pervade one’s marrow. But, somewhere, this changes. The fast ideas are far too fast, and there are far too many; overwhelming confusion replaces clarity. Memory goes. Humor and absorption on friends’ faces are replaced by fear and concern. Everything previously moving with the grain is now against—you are irritable, angry, frightened, uncontrollable, and enmeshed totally in the blackest caves of the mind. You never knew those caves were there. It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.

Kay Redfield Jamison, from ‘An Unquiet Mind’

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I have this obsession that I need to journal so I do for a few days and then completely abandon my journal for months upon end and then start over in a new journal. anyone else?????

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I didn’t ask for this >:(

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Me still punishing myself for spending $50 when I am great at budgeting, saving money, and preparing for the future :C

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kicking a hornets nest.