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An original

By me

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This is beautifully written, entrancing, and nauseating. I felt dizzy with sadness as I read it because I could relate to so much of it. If this is your story I love you and I’m sorry you’ve experienced so much despair.

Excerpt from a story about a girl who shoots herself in the head and fails to die

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Man it’s crowded in here

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siigh

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idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.

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Sometimes i like to write passive aggressive poetry at people i have a problem with and send it to them to see what they say

Super abstract shit too like they’ll never get the memo but let it be on record that i told you so

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Sound up

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A customer at work went out of their way to bring me a flower for having been so kind to them. It read “It will get better”. I’m at a really cheesy place in my life where I needed that really badly, and it almost made me cry. I hugged her. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that these random acts of kindness can be for me, but then I become okay with it. I know that it is mine and I deserve it.

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Love to love to love to love to love to love to love

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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Living his best life

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Labradorite Rings

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i think what bothers me about a lot of "girl power" narratives is that they function on the implicit idea on the idea that women can become worthy of respect. and i happen to think that really caring about women means believing they already are worthy of respect. that historical seamstresses and soccer moms and forgotten sisters and sweet polite little girls and someone's weird grandma matter just as much as the warriors and politicians, even if they, personally, never accomplish anything "cool."

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I see a little bit of myself in everything