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Can you spot the difference

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7. CHAPPELL ROAN “Growing up Christian, thinking being gay was a choice, cast a shell over my heart that could only be broken by your joy and grace towards my scared and confused 18 year old self who thought maybe liking girls wasn’t just a phase anymore. Leaving my religious community to start a new life in Los Angeles was rewarded by the queer community taking me under your wing and nursing me to a happiness I’ve never felt before.”

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in the club asking the dj to play mary oliver reading wild geese

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on preemptive grief. on bracing for impact. on looking towards the horizon line and flinching

Rayne Fisher-Quann, “home for the holidays: an essay (sort of) about grief (sort of)” // me // David Levithan // The Crane Wives, “Black Hole Fantasy” // me (again)

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hiiii tumblr everything is weird and confusing and it’s almost the new year, I hope you’re well. <3

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Shimmering I and Ghostly Hand, Cecilia Reeve, 2023.

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i rlly hope it gets easier soon bc i am fucking losing my mind

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i think im just not worth getting close to

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Arkham Asylum Inmates

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ohhh october be kind. on god be kind

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is this a life? i don’t know. i make another cup of coffee. stare at a tree from my balcony. write in my journal. take a hot shower. i call my sister and say nothing of value. she listens anyway. i make another coffee. read a book that gives me bad dreams. pick up my pen to write and put it back down. another flip of the calendar i carry in the center of my chest. i am learning to let my heart open up again

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hi everyone. does anybody else miss something they can never return to. anyone else being swallowed whole by grief. anyone else clinging to love as a life preserver

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Small thing that breaks my heart:

When I was in third grade, I told this boy that it would be my birthday in four days, and he said, “okay, then I’ll buy you flowers.” Four days later he comes up to me and says, “my mom wouldn’t let me get flowers but I found you this violet in the grass.” That in and of itself was iconic and so so sweet, but it gets better.

A month later, I had to move, and because it was third grade, the teacher made everyone write me letters to say goodbye. His said, “I hope you have so much fun in your new house that you forget about me. I hope that you’re always happy and you never miss us. I’m sorry I never gave you flowers, but I can give you some now.” And he fucking. Drew me flowers.

No, Joey, I never forgot you. You are the reason I have standards in this life, and I’m so grateful to have known you. I hope you’re happy, wherever you are, and I hope that the rest of your days are filled with as much joy as you gave to me. I spilled water on the card about five years ago, and half of it is a a jumbled mess now, but I still have it. It’s the only card I still have.

The funny thing is this dude and I hardly ever interacted. I knew he played football because he was on the town’s kids’ team and my brother was on the middle school team, and I knew he was one of, like, three Joeys in our year. I had a crush on him but obviously never communicated that because it was fucking third grade, but somehow those three interactions imprinted on who I am as a person. I am forever changed by Joey from third grade.

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this image came to me in a sudden burst of enlightenment

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“do it scared” im literally always scared i dont have another setting.

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this made me cry so now i need everyone to see it