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i.

i think i loved you before i actually knew it. it was so easy. loving you was so quiet and gentle i didn’t know what was happening until it snuck down my throat and nested in my lungs. when i think about losing you i can’t breathe. i never want to be without you now. i can’t fathom it.

ii.

what kills me is that they don’t understand. whispers are daggers through my chest. they don’t want this. for them or for us. they see what we could be and they want to burn it to the ground.

iii.

you are tender and let the words make a home in your brain. they consume every thought and pull you away from me. you don’t even realize what is happening. you are next to me on the couch but there is a mountain between us.

iv.

i love you still. even when we are drifting apart. i am the planet that orbits your sun, being pulled away from each other by the galaxy. when will we learn to listen to ourselves and not what made us? you cannot keep me and the peace. oh, how i wish you could.

v.

when you want to wage a war i will be there. when you want to expel the thoughts from your head and break the chains they have on you i will be there. you do not have to look very far. the key to my heart is in the shape of your hand.

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does this thing still work

ok no one needs to read this, ghosts of my followers who have also abandoned this hellscape

anyway

i just laid in bed and cried, straight sobbed, for 40 minutes because my brother is taking the dog when he likely moves out this summer

which led me to thinking of all the ways i’m a complete failure with no direction or purpose bc IM not moving out yet

and i’m not gonna see the dog and everyone i love is going to die one day and how can i spend as much time as humanly possible with the people i care about most if we’re not under the same roof

i am a disaster

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broke: The Great British Bake Off has no conflict

woke: while The Great British Bake Off is refreshingly devoid of the usual man vs. man conflict, it is filled with conflict of other varieties, notably man vs. self (the contestants vs. their knowledge of baking) and man vs. nature (the contestants vs. the time limit)

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It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore’s stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.

“Hello Eeyore,” said Pooh.

“Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet,” said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice.

“We just thought we’d check in on you,” said Piglet, “because we hadn’t heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay.”

Eeyore was silent for a moment. “Am I okay?” he asked, eventually. “Well, I don’t know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That’s what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. Which is why I haven’t bothered you. Because you wouldn’t want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now.”

Pooh looked and Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

Eeyore looked at them in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“We’re sitting here with you,” said Pooh, “because we are your friends. And true friends don’t care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are.”

“Oh,” said Eeyore. “Oh.” And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.

Because Pooh and Piglet were There. No more; no less.

~ Kathryn Wallace

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a msg to u from the dog that finally learned how to give me the dang ball

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ho ho holy shit it’s december first (1st)

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i’ve been on this site for 7 years i know damn well it’s not gonna get deleted. i’m not even a little nervous. not even god could kill this site

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my last two brain cells watching another self-sabotage

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abba: super trouper beams are gonna blind me but I won’t feel blue, like I always do, cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you

me, in bed at 3am crying and eating chips:

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my body, tearfully: when sleep???

me: my dude we just woke up!! It’s time for wakefulness and doing things and Productivity

my body, weeping: but???? when sleep?????

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the human life is a strained and tense one. i envy the life of a smooth rock resting on the beach… warmed by the sun… unaware of the trials and tribulations of sentient life…