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“I have died for the smallest things. / Nothing washes off.”
— — Angela Jackson, from “The Love of Travelers,” And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New
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“I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief.”
— C.S. Lewis (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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“Like a spider, these days I eat my own heart,”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Ioannis Anghelakis c. November 1917 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Intrusive thoughts: 🔪
Me: no
Intrusive thoughts: 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪
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I would just like to say fuck you to everyone who made me feel inadequate growing up and ruining my self esteem for years. You all suck and I’m glad I don’t talk to any of you any more.
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when you find someone who accepts you the way you are, that's home.
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