honeebeeyellow

[honeebeeyellow]

𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯

[honeebeeyellow]

[honeebeeyellow]

stop normalising the grind and start normalising taking little naps every day

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taking a break from being a functioning member of society to focus on my true passion (sleeping)

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happy thanksgiving to all the girls who have to hide in the bathroom because everything is just too much <3

[honeebeeyellow]

When I feel lost and the dark clouds circle in my mind, all I want to do is hide away, shut down, lash out. I want to claw at the walls that crush me from the inside, I want to scream but my mouth is sewn shut.

You remind me, with a kind hand, a gentle touch, a patient smile, warm eyes. You embrace me with a feeling of total safety, blanketing out the fire raging within. You show me that I can trust, that there is a reason to open up again.

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"i can't go out i'm like soooo busy"

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Under the Strawberry Moon by lorepemberton

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Is this friendly, is it more? I don't know. I'm not sure. I've never felt this way before.

I was 18, a year out of school. I was at university, my time to be a fool.

And a fool I was because when my friends made a face, "aren't you two cute" they said. My hand stilled in place. My legs shifted, your body twisted.

A moment ends, and yet we remain friends.

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I fear I might be the world’s sleepiest girl

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The first

You were the first to go. My first loss in a sea of longing. Your departure was like a full moon changing the tide, a face stuck in a changing wind. I remember the day you told me, 3rd grade on the swings, feet in the bark, twisting, twirling.

We wrote letters at first, kept a joint journal that crossed the ocean, sharing secrets and stories. The phone calls slowed and the journal came to an abrupt halt. It sat heavy in my desk drawer. I kept it, greedy, hungry for a last taste of what our friendship once was. I kept it like an animal, sensing our changing dynamic like a change of season and crept into a cave to hibernate.

I slept for longer than just the winter. I spoke of you in therapy 10 years later. You did nothing wrong but you were the first to go. My first loss in a sea of longing. From then on I would hide my sorrow, heavy in my desk drawer. Hide it from those who wished to know me, until their patience grew as thin as the pages in our journal and they too would join you, crossing the sea- metaphorically. You were the first to go.

[honeebeeyellow]

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝."

[honeebeeyellow]

I wish I could go back and tell myself to press send.