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Girlhood is not taking any pills in periods because it ruins the point of girlhood 🎀

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Post Liam sunsets 😭

Fly high payno 🕊️

Love you

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Post Liam sunsets 😭

Fly high payno 🕊️

I love you.

Always.

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I cannot believe he is gone.

One direction was the ones that saved me in my worst time and one of them is already gone. He did not deserve anything that happened to him. Even tho he did some things that were wrong he was just human. He did not deserve such hate. Rn all I hope is that he is at peace and finally free of his troubles. Fly High payno. I love you. You will always be loved. The worst part is that he died thinking everyone hates him and the world is against him. We will never hear a new song from him. No more ig stories, no snaps. It's so lonely without him . It's like a part of me died with him. This has also created a fear of the other members dying. I cannot handle it. Given what they mean to me I cannot handle this and idk how I'll deal with it when it's everyone that's gone irrespective of my age. Rn I'm 16 and it's so hard to move on with life after Liam. I was not ready for this. I will never be ready for this. I love you Liam and I love you one direction I love you Niall I love you Zayn I love you Harry I love you Louis. Thankyou so much for all you all have done for me... Fly high payno. I love you, we love you,I will always love you.

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girlhood is sitting in the dark in the middle of the night crying to 1D songs.

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Girlhood

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Fax🎀🎀🎀🎀

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There Is An Angel Who Sits Upon My Shoulder Who Goes By The Name Of Death

Preface: For the last day of mental health month, I wanted to share something I wrote that deals with some rather dark struggles. Struggles that I know others face as well. Struggles that I hope might be eased for just one person who reads this, even if only in the smallest way.

There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death, And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth.

He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape, One who has no single voice nor form yet is somehow always horrific in his shape When my mind’s eye sees him lying in the darkest shadows of my brain's path-illogical landscape.

For while it may be hidden, we are locked in eternal battle, one to which we both are bound, And though the clashes rage on deep within, the fighting furious and yet without a sound, The hardest part is not the fighting, it is the feeling that there will never be any respite to be found.

This war is one without casualties but still with victims–its battles waged within the mind– But even having entreated aid from all my demons with any values I could trade in kind, I have yet to even dream of any type of peace accords to which we would both agree to bind.

But what I have paid in pain to learn in this seemingly Sisyphean struggle is that one cannot sit idly by, That every new assault of his is but an opportunity for me to learn new tactics that I can in future then apply. Thus I have vowed: Whatever new mental munitions he has in store for me, nor what deadly schemes I must yet defy– Though I know, like you, I too will one day meet my end, it shall be he who will be the first to die.

-- @thoughtsfromb4