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save a horse…

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“the sun” by edvard munch (1909)

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girlies when they see Goncharov trending in 2024

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in case anyone asks ill take my whiskey neat my coffee black and. you guessed it. my bed at 3

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The pirate captain and the shark lady 💕

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This is about Sci-Hub. yeah we get it.. gatekeep knowledge and protect the interests of capital…

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new wilbur solo album? mine now nom have this

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Mockingjay in the colours of Lucy Gray Baird's dress

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feeding. gouache watercolor painting on paper 2023

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(you need to view the image or you'll just like the post)

Since people liked it i made a toy that works on the computer: https://nick-nonya.itch.io/trampoline-toy Have fun!

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I am not my mother.

I am a mirror. I am everything she could have been

And everything she should have been.

I am every scar she was, every mistake up to now she has made, every decision in life and every flaw she sees. I am her mirror. I am every love she has had, every hope she has and every dream that was taken forcefully from her. I am everything she wishes and everything she wants me to be.

I am a mirror.

I am a mirror of all the hate she unleashes,

All the poisonous words that spill from her.

But I am not her.

So, forgive me mother,

When I cannot take those words and bury them.

When the only thing I can do is engrave them in my heart

And spill a thousand tears.

I am her mirror.

I am everything she has ever told herself; I am everything she has yet to say. I am every unspoken thought, every unachievable desire, every heart wrenching experience she has been through.

I am my mother.

I am sorrow, I am agony, I am pain and every unfulfilled wish. I am all the dreams she wasn´t allowed to have. I am all the cold words and harsh things she says. I am all the hate that spills out from her. I am the loneliness and grief she has felt, all the agonizing things she has said and each and every devastating, heartbreaking regret, and remorse she has had.

I am my mother's words and thoughts, her goals and misery.

So please, forgive me when my words fail me, and I break down: Forgive me when I yell and shout. Forgive me when I beg and cry, forgive me when I fail to comply

And I shout vicious things,

Forgive me when I hate too loudly,

So, forgive me, because I am my mother.

Forgive me, for I am my mother.

And mother, forgive me.

For when I hurt you when I blurt out foul words

And I see that look on your face,

I see you and you see yourself once again,

The failed you, the lonely you, the hurt you, the version of you full of grief.

I hurt us both.

For you have given up everything for me, for you are not you anymore

And I am not me.

I am my mother, although I wish not to be