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An Empty Shrine.

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I like using Tumblr as a journal sometimes. Feels nice to write something completely inane for others to always have the possibility to see, but with no guarantee. The lack of follower info helps too.

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photo dump / nov. 24th

As humans, we love to feel loved. We love to see it in our lives, know it’s for us, and know it’s true. To hurt, however, is a deep sin. To feel that pain, of tears that cut your cheeks with red hot anguish, to scream out into the infinitesimal void with a lifetime’s worth of grief, is not supposed to be felt the same as love. It’s supposed to be hidden, kept secret, kept private. However, hurt and love are but two sides of the same coin. To cry, to grieve, shows you have loved. To love is to accept that grief will come, sooner or later. I find it beautiful to be hurt, in some tortured poetic way i guess.

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my path is strewn with stars

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I’ve been up to no good all day and no one has dared to check in on me. What a waste.

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Photo Dump / Nov. 14th

Very tired right now. A lot of emotions rush around my head for hours everyday it seems. We keep trucking, though, it’s the best thing for us sometimes. To keep living, breathing, even buried under the haze of life. I think I’ll upload some poetry here soon?

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Photo Dump / Nov. 9th

It’s been a lot of sadness lately, which is a great time to get into photography imo. I’ve been struggling with a lot of emotionally taxing stuff recently, and I find that a new hobby or skill to focus on helps distract from all that hollowness.

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