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"the world isn't kind" ok??? Much more importantly are you?????

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my body is a slaughterhouse for all the people who have tried to love me. / including myself.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘my body is a slaughterhouse’.

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i cant handle the heat anymore. my blood pressure keeps falling. I cant sleep at night. Im getting dehydrated despite drinking 8 liters of water a day. Im being forced to use a shitty old electric fan despite the fact it makes my rhinitis flare up, but i cant turn it off without risking passing out. I can barely move without overheating. My head is pounding 24/7 7 days a week. I'm constantly nauseous and it feels i have a permanent hangover. It seems every heat wave is hotter and longer than the last. Im genuinely scared of the next few years.

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God I don't know why but if someone close to me 'excessively' asks me that like especially how are you and your day and call me, it comes off too annoying and clingy and hammering for me.

Like maybe even once a day is fine and if like not so close people ask its fine because i can reply in brief but god not close ones who want every detail.

“how was ur day?” “how are u?” “i missed u today” “call me when u get home” “im proud of you”

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Cats will love you so easily, they have NO standards.

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you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

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Oh yeah there's a part 2 of the horse desensitizing that I love.

🐎: Hey what's with that tiny predator, the one you're hold- WOAH WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS IT UP SO HIGH

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Sometimes when people on the Internet are like "ADULTS CAN NEVER INTERACT WITH MINORS IT'S CREEPY" I remember how, at 12, back in 1997, I was on the Witchvox forums with people ranging from me to people in at least their 50s, and no one there was ever a creep to me, no one ever made me feel uncomfortable or asked for my personal info, and when I finally broke down after a particularly brutal day of bullying at school and posted about it they were the first adults I'd ever met in my entire life who told me the bullies were the problem and it was okay to be angry about it.

Kids need to interact with adults who will listen to them.

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the feminine, the masculine, the artistic urge to stare at the paintings until they make you hallucinate, to read poems until they seep inside your soul, to write such words that hold the power to shatter a person's heart and fill the void at the same time.

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Trying to calm my system but god. I am mad, and I'm in a mood and I don't wanna be seen and god.

What part of just call me won't you understand. Fucking just call, I asked you to. Didn't I?

Then stop expecting me to keep texting when I said I won't and can't. You can't get mad at me for not following simple fucking instructions.

I need to calm down but it's a lose-lose situation anyway.

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— Paul Guest, from “1987.”

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— Paul Guest, from “1987.”

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— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947