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Kana gaeng nasakit ka pero wa gahapon kay pahuway. I didn't know transcribing would be this draining if it's crammed. Maka pressure! Maka suffocate! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! I shall accept this suffering but Lord please give me physical strength to finish the task. My body is failing me. 😫
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You should tell people how important they are to you. Not because they could leave at any moment, but because they’re here now, and it’s worth saying something.
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I reckon that death is an escapism. Right now, I like the idea of death because of its finality. When you can finally say, it is finished. I will no longer face any suffering. No more thoughts to wrestle. No more feelings to cradle. No more moral compass to follow. But that's the thing about finality, it's...final. An absolute. No more turning back. No more chances. No more rewinding to the moments you wish you could have changed. Time to face the Judge. Time to face Heaven or Hell. What seemed to be an escape is not an escape after all, but the eery tension of your final destination: be it in a place of eternal joy or in a place of eternal pain.
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What a typical day to be reminded that it's hard to be someone who battles with her own thoughts. The continous upheaval of your sanity. The energy you exert to box the nagging voices in your head and throwing it away to the deepest recesses of your mind. But then doing it again once it surfaces.
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Sometimes I wish I was just an empty vessel. Like a phantom. Physically seen but not being there. Without thoughts. Without a soul.
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Flower Crown - Hair at Reem Acra Fall-Winter 2015 bridal collection
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e.e. cummings, from “in time of daffodils(who know” (in 95 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
[Text ID: “In time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow)”]
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Are you really not making progress, or are you just constantly raising the bar?
It’s likely you’ve made more progress than you realize. It’s easy to get stuck on seeing how far we have to go, and we often forget about how far we’ve come.
We also are a lot harder on ourselves than we would be others. Would you be proud of the progress if it was a friend and not you? That might be a sign you’re being too hard on yourself.
And sometimes, we do go backwards and that’s okay. It doesn’t erase your progress. And you can get back to where you were and beyond.
You deserve to be proud of yourself for everything you’ve made it through, for making it to where you are and surviving.
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An early morning in the company of a few European hares/fältharar. Värmland, Sweden (July 17, 2020).
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