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speaking the truth creates chaos.

telling a lie saves one scarce.

i am afraid of both these.

afraid i am both here & there

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why do i love so hard, and why do they never understand?

Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother’s Heart by Steven Espada Dawson / Getting Older by Billie Eilish / unknown / pinterest / 5. desperation sits heavy on my tongue by @tullipsink / Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka / Against the Loveless World: A Novel by Susan Abulhawa / I Saw the TV Glow, dir. Jane Schoenbrun / miloo_135 on tiktok

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why are you so sad?

@darkerthanerebus | rainer maria rilke | unknown | tennesse williams | juansen dizon | unknown | jamie oliveira

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I often feel lost in my own reality. I strive for perfection yet I embrace my flaws. I seek peace but my mind is always in turmoil. I value honesty, yet I sometimes hide the truth. I crave for freedom but I fear the unknown i want to be strong but I often feel fragile i desire connection yet I push people away I give advice but rarely take my own I'm an optimist with a cynical heart i want to be understood but I speak in riddles I love deeply yet I guard my heart firecely I find joy in solitude yet I yearn for companionship I'm full of hope but haunted by doubts I want to move forward but I'm tethered to the past.

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Be kind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! spread lovee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Expect nothing in return remember one day it would be worth it, you will meet the right people so love and forgive people who did you wrong!! life is too short for regret and grudges !!!!!!!

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I don't know what and who imparted the wisdom in me to feel and think deeply but it's something that makes me wanna look at the good things more than the bad. I saw this as a frail thing cause I was often affected by the shallowness of others but I'm glad that I don't think so now cause the important and beautiful thing is to be kind and spread kindness !!!!!

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Pouting down rain , sitting under a tree. pretty sure I visited heaven that day the peace I felt never knew existed

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Its state of comfort you get used to after a certain point, a State without any expectations, hope, emotions, it feels really constant and long no more hurt no more cry you just start " existing" without any purpose it's the state of existing not living. It makes you feel like you don't belong here but you don't know where is home? it feels like you will cry but your eyes are dry , you are screaming but none can hear you it feels like your room filled with people but seems empty from inside, outside like water in a jar it feels like cloud is above your head and neither you see darkness nor the sunshine feeling of emptiness but you are heavy.

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The urge to go home even when you are home

The urge to cry out loud but you can't

wanting to sleep even though all you've been doing is sleep

it feels ' Nothing'

The urge to disappear from the world

The urge to be heard

The urge to hold on someone and cry for hours

the feeling of loneliness

the feeling of despair

It's like feeling so much at once and not knowing which one to deal first?

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Once you've dedicated your life to being the most perfect version of yourself you'll find it hard to "Fall" and actually act on your true nature Also, who says we aren't acting for our own sake? we are the only audience that never leaves because who am I when I'm not acting?

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There are too many words left unspoken and if maybe someone will listen maybe someday someone will care to watch hear me I hope someone will come and make my act worthwhile so my existence won't be in vain.

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Why is a cow not called a goat??

Because if a cow were called a goat, we'd all be wondering why it keeps grazing on the sidelines instead of scoring goals!

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Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

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when virginia woolf wrote "the world is entire and i am outside of it, crying" and anaïs nin "i watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult" and mary oliver "this is the world. i'm not in it. it is beautiful"

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Since I met you it's always been you

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Ella sabía que el amor es un viaje sin regreso y, aun así, se lanzó de cabeza, dispuesta a quemarse en el fuego de su pasión

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From her emanated a force so intense that it seemed her soul shone with its own light, burning with a fire that would never go out