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i need to be happy

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i’m terrified of winter can i just please fast forward

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jenny holzer - burn - inflammatory essay - 1982

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Miho Aida by Omura Katsumi (1993)

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god i’m just waiting for happiness to magically appear again one day but how can i without killing a part of myself? letting go of what needs to be disposed? rebuilding? i need the strength to do my work. do something

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maybe maybe maybe i should buy a one-way ticket maybe i should quit my job maybe i should write a book maybe i should ghost my friends maybe i should leave him maybe i should walk away maybe i should stop crying maybe i should go back home maybe i should find a new hobby maybe i should text her maybe i should start over maybe i should let go maybe i should trust him maybe i should make a playlist maybe i should ask her out maybe i should wake up earlier maybe i should maybe i should maybe maybe maybe i’ll be happy now

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i will be so loved one day it’ll make me cry in the most beautiful ways. i’ll love myself so much one day i won’t remember 22

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you know that feeling it’s all falling apart? bc u know better this time. bc you’ve always prided in being the realistic dreamer. but there’s a silence in the breeze now, and the water’s seem to have been swallowed into itself, and you remember the tune far too perfectly to not have been prepared this time. yet still you plant your feet and tilt your head to the sky anyways, because love is never moving, always hurting.

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must every new decade be such angony

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this year was so unkind to me my gosh

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i need to move out of this country

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Nicola Samori

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these days

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am I the problem??? bruh

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i’m about to be 22 but a place deep down within is still in denial, 17 forever and stuck in a haze of smoke and comfort- unaware of all the beauty and ugly and terrible fits of madness and ecstasy that is soon to come. and maybe one day i’ll feel this way about 22. but all i know is i don’t think i can ever remember the pain of 21. and i’m trying my best to make something beautiful out of that realization, but it’s hard.