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The slut to simp pipeline has got me panicking like I’m building a bomb goddamn

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when kafka said "all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding" and when richard siken said “if you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”

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+ i want to kick and scream for you to hear me. i want you to be as pathetic for me as i am for you

@endlessnamelesseternity

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What a sad existence

To be sitting in public with your lover and staring at nothing but your phone. To breathe in silence as the sun shines on your backs and all you can see is your screen.

I yearn to see real genuine human connection in the world around me

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this is exclusively about ‘trauma

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Every great love story starts with this song playing in the girl’s head while she mutilates her unrequited love and eats his heart

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at rest — emma kisiel

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One pattern I will never be able to break until the rest of my life is being let down by men in my life. Ever since I can remember, in my first childhood memories, I have always been let down. Even within platonic love I have been chiselled down. I was deceived, beaten and left to rot in my own well of pity. Whether it be an adult or someone I would call a friend I would always be let down.

From my father to my last love. From my childhood best friend to my roommate in my 20s. Every single corner I turn I am left with disappointment. I can’t escape, I keep returning as if it would be different this time. As if it would be something to behold. As if I forget my own life and plunge into the dark pits of souls ready to be loved and then I come out with a missing arm and leg wondering why. There is no escape for me and the cycle will continue for ever and ever and ever and ever. I am pained, my body is mangled, I have holes in my skin.

I can’t escape men as they are all around me. From my first breath to my last I will always be someone’s something. A call girl, a daughter, a hook up, a girlfriend, a wife, a trophy, a light. But never a friend. Never someone to love. Never someone to care for. Never anything but an object with a tag.

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- there is so much pain.

@100493503004422 @twoheadedfawnn @inkskinned @ojibwa @quotemadness

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Accepting that life is an endless cycle of clearing space for new people new things and new places

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Are you real?

Real enough?

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fatima aamer bilal, from shame is a girl’s second skin.

[text id: what are memories of childhood if not quicksand? swallowing you whole.]

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NO MOM

IT’S MY TURN TO BECOME A STATISTIC, YOU PROMISED

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I have to remind myself that I am gentle. I am kind. I am soft. I am good. I am good.

I am good.

I have to remind myself that the need to kill is temporary. These feelings of rage are but a moment. I will be free. I will not taste blood. I will not crave it in a moment. But who am I to tell myself that I don’t need to see someone’s skull split open and bleeding on the pavement. Who am I to tell myself I don’t need to stab him while he’s sleeping for all the pain he caused me. Who am I to stop myself from saying “Go ahead, do it, pull through for once. Kill yourself, bleed out in my bathroom, I fucking dare you.” Who am I to say I am not evil?

I am god

I am good.