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I act like i’m okay but deep down I wanna get paid to sleep

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felt.

I know we’re not talking right now

But I miss you so much

And now I’m crying on my walk home

Because I can’t see you anymore

-Grey Augustus

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I see a lot of people talk about accepting the ultimate truth -- people die one day, and sometimes, they are our loved ones. And I see people who continue to ask the reason why we fear losing someone if we know that death is inevitable. Now that I think about it, I don't think it's necessarily the fear. It's the burden of stories we share with someone that we have to carry alone after them. Carrying memories for two can be heavy, and sometimes, they can make you lonely. I think it's the unpreparedness to take such a weighted responsibility that scare people.

Sabina Yesmin

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what super expensive indulgence would u get for urself if u suddenly came into a bunch of money?? assume all bills/mortgages paid, all friends helped: what treat are u buying just for u?? for me it would be a quilted lambskin chanel bag in iridescent pink

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A friend who realized she was pan later in life came out to her husband and his reaction was "holy shit are you telling me you could have picked anyone in the world and still picked me" and let me tell you it is the best reaction.

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consuming unhealthy amounts of fanfiction to cope with unbearable, suffocating loneliness

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please reblog so i have more evidence against my mom

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poem: [to be loved as a second]

and then there are times, i wonder my place.

is it to be stomped over by loved ones, only for them to offer their left hand—then smack me with their right?

to be the friend who gives the answers and advice but never valued beyond that?

to be loved only second, to be found only at second, to be wanted only second, to merely be a second in someone's minute, of the hour—of the day?

only a passing memory in a vault filled of stories, an unfinished work—a progress that never progressed.

am i only a star? a shining light to guide, a beacon of hope, but only those till i burn—and I'm forgotten in the ashes of a nova, of a lifetime.

~ gracing humanity | written by bri (me).

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- Nayyirah Waheed

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is anyone else always desperately attempting to understand absolutely everything they possibly can about the human condition and experience in the futile hopes that they might understand themselves a bit better (if at all) by doing so.

or to at least find some sense of comfort. or relief.

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casting a spell of finish your wip rb to pass it on

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have you ever felt like you're hated by everyone?? like no one genuinely likes you. every person in your life is only acting for their own purposes.

[my deepest thoughts☁️]

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wedding opinions?? large wedding?? country theme?? slytherin colors?? during autumn?? what's your dream wedding like?? im curious.

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you ever just miss someone you really shouldn't miss??

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for even more reassurance -> my stuffed animals names are: marshie (dog squishmallow), uni (scentsy unicorn), potato (scentsy horse), sheena (tiger squishmallow), bixby and fantasia (unicorn beenieboos), slothie (pink sloth), mrs.bubbles (owl), poppy (poppy from trolls)

If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

My friend is embarrassed and thinks she’s the only one and I said id prove her wrong.

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