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[Text ID: Yours, yours. I was painted for you.]

— Donna Tartt, from “The goldfinch.”

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both of us know we are not good for each other,

but we are not ready to let go of the thin string of connection that ties us together

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me realising that I'm not in the middle of an enemies-to-lovers situation but rather I'm just being annoying

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it's kinda comforting to me when my friends are a little annoying or longwinded or abrasive or tired and inarticulate, or they don't do the exact politest thing in every interaction, and stuff, because I know I'm sometimes annoying, or take up a more than my share of conversational space, or forget to ask them questions, etc etc, and... like, I'm always working to be nice to my friends and to get better and better at friend-ing, but it just makes me feel more human about it :}

anyway I love you friends plz know I'm not counting, in fact I feel great affection toward you even (especially) when conversations go less than Perfectly Ideal

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falling in love, for me, is like ripping open a bandage. slow at first, and then all at once-leaving the wound vulnerable

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i ached to be pretty,

but the ache was the kind you can't cure with medicines;

but I ended up needing bandages after all.

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even pictures of cups of coffee make me so happy :)

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i go to bed. i can't sleep. i am consumed by an overwhelming sense of loneliness. i stare at the ceiling, wish a little too loud for it to fall on me but stop myself. i long for something i can't name. it consumes me. i crave something. i try to imagine a better place. i see a very long corridor and there's a blinding light at the end. i run. i try to reach it. and just then

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i have always been cute,

never smart or desired,

but just good enough,

to hold hands with,

or to be seen

on a date with

but not mysterious enough (i can't stop talking)

to have a second round of drinks with

i have always been cute

but I've never been craved

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perfect day to reblog

I have been waiting all year to post this.

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A Tribute to the Unspoken, Just Words

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you don't remember what happened, what you remember becomes what happened

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no matter what i do, who i hang out with, who i spend my time with, in the end it's just me and my feelings all alone. it's like i have eternal loneliness inside of me that has become a huge part of me and won't go away no matter what i do

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we love like fireflies, how we gravitate towards each other's glow

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the fact that you know it's getting bad again but there's nothing you can do about it

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always too much and never enough

I can't believe how much I've cried these past few days,

I can't believe how much I've let myself become someone I hate the most,

I can't believe how much I let one person make me feel so disgusted of myself,

Like I'm not good enough,

pretty enough,

funny enough,

How I've become so scared of any form of affection

Or intimacy

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i am never going to be the girl that everyone wants

i will always be the desperate, sarcastic side kick that no one gives a damn about