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the other night i made spaghetti and it reminded me of the way my papa used to make his, as it tasted really similar. and the next day i took a nap and dreamt i was walking into my living room only to find my oldest sister and him sitting down at the table eating the spaghetti i made. i was in such a state a shock, i stared at him and finally said hello to him and asked if this was real and he just stared at me and finally smiled and asked if i was doing ok. i said yes, im really happy. and he said me too. i can’t even begin to explain the ache i felt, even i knew it was too good to be true and that this was only temporary. but we ate in silence and he told me he liked my spaghetti a lot, and i opened my mouth to reply, but he suddenly told me he was really proud of me.

this is the first time he has ever visited me in my dreams since he’s passed away. i think this was him trying to communicate that he will always be here in spirit with me, watching over me. i wish i could see him every night. i wish there was forever somewhere with him. i miss him.

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i never want to be here again

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hermione granger is a lesbian and her canonical actions are just a result of comphet. in this multi-media PowerPoint I will-

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u know whats a shittier feeling than losing your grandpa? its waking up every single day waiting to get a phone call that your grandma isn’t gonna make it and the amount of anxiety and dread that weighs on you in regards to it. because thats it, thats all you get kid. you will spend the rest of your life remembering who they were than getting to be with them.

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Adapted from Homer, The Iliad

// David Benioff, Troy

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Christmas Eve at the Grave (1896) by Otto Hesselbom ❅ New Year’s Night (1984) by Sergei Andriyaka

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- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.

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I’ll try to learn, to understand, that I’ve lost you. Because we only truly have what’s near us and what we can see at every moment. Everything else is like ships out on the ocean: they’re difficult to locate, follow, and reach.

Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Velma García-Gorena, from Gabriela Mistral’s Letters to Doris Dana; “February 22, 1949”

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𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

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i miss getting bullied. i wish someone would tell me how fat and disgusting i am. at least they tell the truth.

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i think ive cried every day of december

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sometimes it feels like all areas in my life are failing and its just never enough or maybe im just the problem.

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i feel so lonely :(

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i don’t know if i’m ever going to find closure. i can’t put my pain into words, i just know that when i think of you or see your face it hurts a lot. i miss you, more than i remembered you. i don’t know what to do on my days off anymore.

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why do yicks look so diseased and sickly looking?

are they really the chosen ones when they’re that ghastly?

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well……

at least were in love.

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dear god pls get rid of my cockroach infestation