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i'd be so happy pls

why can’t i stay in bed all day reading books and listening to music while creating fake scenarios in my head like there isn’t a law against it so wtf

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As a child I developed a pretty good habit of announcing when I had reached my limit and felt completely emotionally depleted and overwhelmed with a very simple "I can't go on anymore", or "I can't do this" because I literally could not go on without blowing off at my family or having a mental breakdown, and it sucked

And my mom used to go "don't say that sweetie of course you can" or "God will give you strength don't just give up"

Which is really great thx mom I'm definitely not overwhelmed anymore no my anxiety just flew away like poof I'm cured

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impressionist art just makes me feel some type of way

Art

•please like or reblog if you use

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nature’s ode to you

Do not fear.

Do not turn.

Do not tremble in front of the pitch black halls.

Of ghostly memories that never were,

Of the silent screams that hunt all souls,

Of the mirror world that’s not our own.

Step boldly like a sinking wave,

Torch the portraits of your enemies array.

The venom drips but doesn’t sting

No one can touch you in the darkest pit.

An ocean swirls beneath your skin

The wise should cower at your feet,

The fools will raise their chin up high

And get struck by lightning tongues.

You’re a storm, a raging sea,

Contained you’ll always find your wings.

 And if you grip your tread like iron,

As an anchor to your soul

Grip tightly and never let go

Not until the end, end of the pitch black hall.

 Or if light will be your hold,

With a cold embrace departing

The morning sky shall cry for you

The blackened sea will mourn with you.

… may we meet again, dear soul.

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the only one who truly gets me at this point is taylor swift i'm sorry

*sobbing while blasting this is me trying at 2 am*

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social gatherings are so weird

i always get bombarded with all these different emotions and personalities and my emphaty decks me in the face with countless solutions and options for making everybody feel at least a little bit good. it's a blur

and then i get home and i have lost all sense of self. i know what everybody else felt like, if they had a good time or not (and i always feel like I failed those who didn't), but I have no idea what it was like for me

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poetry and art go hand in hand somehow I can't explain it

I pair feelings with thoughts and thoughts with words and words with pictures.

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why do we act like singing and dancing and painting and creating are just professions for a specific type of people when they're so much MORE

people will say they aren’t attractive and then go create art and then go write beautiful poetry and then go bake a cake for a friend and then go spread positivity and then go write a novel and then continue to say they aren’t attractive, as if everything they do doesn’t count or doesn’t matter, as if societal expectations somehow decide their worth and fate.

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Tumblr looks weird but I made an account! And none of my irls will ever know about it haha i love it already

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The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013) dir. Isao Takahata.