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I feel a lot!
I feel like I’m not a good sister, daughter, wife, or mother. I feel happy, I feel angry, I feel hate, but most of all I feel sadness.. I want to be a good person! I want to help people! I want to love people! I want to be a good mom, wife, daughter, and sister. I just want to be a good person! But I feel everything! I feel your anger, your sadness, your hatred! I feel your lies and your selfishness! I try and I try to remove your hatred from my heart but I feel so much.
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Exhausted of remembering everything
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Bride of Frankenstein (1935)
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wendyzbear-blog · 3 years
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Adam Ekberg, 2006
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Do you ever find yourself being extra provocative just to feel sexy?
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Floofy pup reminder that you don’t have to be productive all the time. 💕
Chibird store | Positive pin club | Webtoon
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Do you ever just wait for something bad to happen?
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Have you ever woken up feeling like it's your first time in this world? Like you've been in zombie mode all your life?
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“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”
— Haruki Murakami
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