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And then I reblogged every post I saw. Like a whore.

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i hate that i’m so absent as a person. i don’t start conversations. i can barely maintain them. i’m so weary and spaced out all the time to the point where i can’t even keep up small talk and i’m just so disappointed in myself

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you have to love yourself so much that you become unbothered by the lack of love from others

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girl whose feelings are entirely too big for her body

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Plz universe allow me to reach all my dreams

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#4

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i don’t know how much longer i can wait

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my urge to massively and publically self destruct so someone finally proves they care about my wellbeing is at war with my common sense and terror of being seen as a burden and abandoned

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Ruth Mora

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Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

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drawing with thread instead of pen today 

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