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i am not joking we need to force teach cooking in schools. like. it is an essential thing for survival. do you know how easy it is to make things if you know even the bare bones shit about how cooking works. we need to teach teenagers how far you can take an onion and some other veggies it''s sad that people grow up not knowing how to prepare literally anything. and i'm not talking about oh this home ed class taught me how to make chicken nuggets at home i'm talking about learning the balancing of sweetness and acidity and saltiness and bitterness and shit like that and techniques and oil temperatures and how meats cook. it needs to be taught because it's literally not even that difficult and it matters so much

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https://www.instagram.com/p/Bd45_6ZFaWi/

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Bloomed dandelions by hobopeeba

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LADY VENGEANCE

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Friday, November 8th, 2019 || 12:57am

peace.

And so he is gone

Passed from life into death

I don't not feel sad however

Nor am I happy

More like I am at peace because he is no longer suffering.

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Friday, November 8th, 2019 || 12:56am

sunshine.

In a world of loud rain,

Be the quiet sunshine

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Thursday, October 17th, 2019 || 1:14am

joke.

No

You're not funny

Your joke is not

And

Never

Will

Be

Funny

Because

To someone

That is their life

Something that has

Actually

Happened

To

Them

Rape

Is never a joke

And neither is

Death

Or

Fatphobia

Or

Mental illness

So

Tell me

How can you make that

Racist

Sexist

Ableist

LGBTphobic

"Joke"

How

Can you

Knowing that people have

Died at the

Expense

Of

Your

"Joke"

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Thursday, August 15th, 2019 || 12:33am

holding on.

Would you think me pathetic for still crying over you?

Why can’t I let you go?

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Thursday, August 8th, 2019 || 9:52pm

sad.

Isn't it sad that something so beautiful as poetry comes from the darkest parts of us, the terrible things that happen?

We often find ourselves unable to write poetry when we are happy, and I think that's really sad.

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Thursday, July 25th, 2019

shower thoughts.

You said you want me to always like you, to always love you. I promised I would.

I asked you to never hurt me. You promised you wouldn't.

Don't you feel guilty? Because I kept my promise, but you didn't keep yours

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Monday, January 29th, 2018

clean.

Every song you shared with me, I still listen to, they're all saved to my phone, in a special playlist made just for you, I'm okay with this, really I am, it a very clean ending, to what could have been...

~ to my unknown love, even though they know who they are, thank you for understanding my heart ���️

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Saturday, August 3rd, 2019

promises.

If you make a promise,

You should do everything in your power to keep it,

No matter what the promise is,

Because when you say things you don't mean,

I lose my trust in you,

I lose my respect for you.

And you lose me.

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All your iridescence

Prismatic presence

Does not escape

My notice, I watch

In wonder your colors swirl

You are a work of art

Set to angel's song

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Tuesday, July 9th, 2019

missing my muse.

Now that you are gone, I have no muse.

Is that why i hold on to you still?

To this heartbreak?

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Sunday, May 19th, 2019

whispering demons and the hydra.

There are voices in my head,

Demons, I call them,

They whisper to me,

Telling me all kinds of horrible things.

“You’ll never be good enough”

“You’re ugly and fat”,

“No one loves you”,

“You should just die already”.

It started out that they were only there sometimes,

But now I hear them all the time,

Constantly whispering,

They break me down.

People around me must hear them too,

Because they echo what the demons say,

Maybe what they say is true,

I guess it must be.

I search to find what is wrong with me,

Surely I can’t be the only one,

The only one who has these demons,

Who hears their whispers.

I cannot go ask a doctor,

My family doesn’t think anything is wrong with me,

I can get over it and ignore the whispers,

I just need to try harder.

I come across several illnesses,

Depression, anxiety, and bpd,

From what I can tell,

They all fit me.

I do every test I can find,

To try to diagnose myself,

And each result is the same,

I am broken, sick.

Depression and anxiety,

They’re the demons that whisper I find,

But bpd,

It’s like a hydra.

Borderline personality disorder,

That’s what bpd is,

It has several faces,

One for every fabricated face and symptom you acquire.

One for anger,

One for depression,

One for anxiety,

One for dissociation.

Just like the hydra,

If you try to cut off a symptom,

You end up with two more,

It’s a never ending cycle of trying to get better but instead, getting worse.

Upon learning these things,

I wonder how I can use the knowledge to my advantage,

Starving and harming myself has gotten me nowhere,

I need to be free of my afflictions.

Today, I am learning every day that I am still sick,

But there are better ways of dealing with the symptoms,

Better and healthier ways of coping with the hand life has dealt me,

And maybe one day, I’ll fully recover.