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It’s not that I don’t love you anymore. It’s that loving you started to feel like self-harm.

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you’re so smooth

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“It’s not that I don’t feel anything, it’s that if I allow myself to feel anything, I’ll break, I’ll shatter, I’ll burn to ashes and you won’t see me anymore.”

— Thoughts from a person with BPD who practises avoidance (via justtimthinking)

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SHOT BY CRYSTAL LEE LUCAS @moonletgarden

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"Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you're done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you. In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation."

– Hao Jingfang, "Invisible Planets," in Invisible Planets: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation, tr. & ed. Ken Liu

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Joao Ruas, feral kid

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Brooks Salzwedel

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Joao Ruas, feral kid

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– Via "twinnedpeaks" on Tumblr

[TEXT ID: / july didn't even say goodbye. the years don't kiss you goodnight anymore. they just leave behind this empty space, a phantom pain. and still i ache, i ache, i ache! / END ID]

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Claudia Rankine, Just Us 

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When you get really quiet , it gets really loud inside

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Charles Bukowski, "cancer," from Come On In!

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Ada Limón, Banished Wonders

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  — Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

[text ID: It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.]