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I hate using shopping money for things I actually need <\3
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this is what ive felt like all my life
sade: no ordinary love (1992)
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hi!! its been a while since ive posted on here and theres a reason of course. that reason being that i have finally grieved away the sadness that has weighed on my heart all this time. i would post on here and another account on instagram when i felt myself mourning my life more and more often. id use it as a form of escapism unironically. i thought to myself that if i could post and gather attention around the beautiful moments i experienced within my modes of sadness, i could glamorize it in a way. make it seizable. obviously that wasn’t the case when i took pictures of every little thing expecting it to fuel a fire and source me as an inspiration to others. depression isn’t profitable nor something to romanticize in order to appeal to myself and others. sooo i stopped. along with that i developed the tendency to not care or think as much as im used to. as you can tell by my polaroid, it has benefited me in ways i couldnt ever imagine before. i feel free, freer than how i felt in the ocean many moons ago. the simple acts one makes in their daily lives truly make all the difference. i love my smile, i dont wanna lose it again.
📍the institute library, new haven, ct
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“Come love, make me better than I was. Come teach me a kinder way to say my own name.”
- Andrea Gibson, from "Good Light," Lord of the Butterflies
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i spent my day today wondering about my regrets. along with my wishes and dreams, with hints of faith. i don’t know what got into me, but out of nowhere i found myself sobbing and pleading for an answer. an answer for all the questions that have circled my head since august 17th, the day my head imploded with insanity. i cry, i ache, i yearn, but my pleads are never recognized. i’ve settled with the thought that they just aren’t met to be heard, they aren’t meant to be considered. its just not in my destiny, but i wanted it to be.
📍my forgotten palace, new haven, ct
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friday was remarkably tender and sweet, better than i expected. i love to be recognized, but i appreciate it more when it comes from the people i love. hearing that im a blessing, an angel, and someone who is bound for greatness means the world to me, but even more when its my mom speaking it into existence. i see my future in the eye of the storm.
📍canal boating dock, new haven, ct
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today was brilliant, utterly rich in joy, and full of warmth. i received wonderful news, spent time with my wonderful people, and got a pet turtle! i have yet to know whether its a boy or a girl, but either way its name will start with an L!!! seeing how great today turned out made me think of my dark fantasies, and how they turn up with nothing less of an enchanting tale. im grateful for everything, im grateful for it all.
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Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas
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so today was a bit of a weird day, im a stressed mess and to be quite frank exhausted of the headaches and anxieties my mind induces on my body. so here i am, crying, in the park where i made so many childhood memories. im sitting alone and calling out for the people who were my world when i was young, yet are nowhere to be found now that ive lived the life they tried to keep me from. im still innocent, im still so gullible, so what difference does it make to my younger self?
📍elementary school, fair haven, ct
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ill always rejoice my love every year, just for november.
Ada Limón, from "Shelter: A Love Letter to Trees," published in June 2022
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