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have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t

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through the glory of life,

I will scatter on the floor

disappointed, and sore

and as I take on myself

and the bitterness I felt

I realize that love flows

wild, white horses

they will take me away

and the tenderness I feel

will send the dark underneath

will I follow?

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Some of you have never sobbed in the middle of your bedroom floor because you’re being forced to come to terms with your loneliness and are just gonna have to accept that no one will ever love you and it shows

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I love vintage stuff but I’m so glad I can enjoy them in the 21st century with my iphone, wifi and slightly more human rights 

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no, I will not do my stupid human tasks, I will stare at the ceiling and yearn for something I'll never feel

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thom yorke // a handshake of carbon monoxide

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“To me, it honestly hurts worse to hurt somebody that you love, rather than get hurt by someone you love. If you truly love them, you’ll eventually be able to forgive. But how could you really forgive yourself for hurting your world?”

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This is so sad. Alexa, play Eleanor Rigby

“Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”

— Haruki Murakami

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When you’re growing up in abusive environment there’s such a strong feeling of “not belonging here”, “not being a part of anything” and feeling like you’re not supposed to be among humans at all, and only wishing that someone would come already and take you home. To another planet, where there’s people like you, where you wouldn’t be a burden or nuisance, where you wouldn’t feel guilty for just being, for existing as you are. It feels all wrong, being in a place where you’re so despised, as if it would be better if you didn’t exist at all. We all just want to go to our real home.

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I live for the glimmers of hope.

Faint flickers of my former self, briefly interrupting the darkness. A lighthouse in an endless storm.

They may be distant, dulled, and rare. But I know somewhere, through this heavy fog, I am still there.

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Ah yes, the band made up entirely of lifelong political activists, and which contains at least one Harvard Political Science honors graduate, should "stay out of politics" lmao. Anyone who didn't realize RATM has ALWAYS been political has obviously never paid attention to their lyrics.

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You know, it’s okay if what happened still affects you. Even if you think it’s been “long enough” and you should be over it, if you’re not, that’s alright. Take your time to heal. Baby steps are fine. Just be honest with yourself and where you are mentally so you can deal with it the best you can. Also, guilt and grieving in recovery are definitely things, so be ready for those. You can mourn the life you could have had and you can simultaneously celebrate the one you’re currently living. You don’t have to follow a timeline set by either you or someone else. Don’t feel weak or dumb for still feeling what you feel. 

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I'm less and less interested in masking my mental illness for people anymore. My energy belongs to my recovery and my healing, not in pretending I'm okay for your comfort or your approval.