selfawaremaniac
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selfawaremaniac · 26 days ago
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on leaving
what if i love you more than anything in this lifetime? what if i love you with the passion of a thousand suns in their dying breath? what if i'd let myself ruined by an extinguished flame if your love was to gain? what if i call for you a thousand times? it doesn't mean you'll come
balthazar, losers \\ fatima aamer bilal \\ trista mateer \\ unknown \\ unknown\\ jan heller levi
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selfawaremaniac · 1 month ago
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Never trust how you feel when you're hungry
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selfawaremaniac · 1 month ago
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Anne with an E | 1.03
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selfawaremaniac · 1 month ago
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autumnal melancholy
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selfawaremaniac · 1 month ago
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Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)
[Text ID: “I dreamt of you last night — as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me…”]
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selfawaremaniac · 1 month ago
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You will be too raw for some. You will be too loud, too big, too fierce, too quiet, too deep. These are not your people.
S.C. Lourie
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selfawaremaniac · 1 month ago
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i know it’s bad to say i need to kill myself at every minor inconvenience but i need to kill myself
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selfawaremaniac · 1 month ago
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Poetry is what helps me remember that even in my fragments, I am whole.
- Jennifer Huang
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selfawaremaniac · 1 month ago
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Me and my big fat mouth. Smh.
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selfawaremaniac · 2 months ago
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You must allow yourself to outgrow and depart from certain eras of your life with a gentle sort of ruthlessness. Katy Maxwell
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selfawaremaniac · 2 months ago
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Here is a link to numerous ways you can help the people of Palestine!
“From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free” is a rally to hold onto hope and persevere in the face of apartheid genocide!
I will not remain silent while innocent people are being slaughtered for existing!
WE DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO LOSE HOPE IN A BETTER FUTURE WHEN WE ARE NOT THE ONES BEING KILLED!
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selfawaremaniac · 2 months ago
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The urge to run away (that i feel almost every single day)
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selfawaremaniac · 2 months ago
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Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 7 October 1928, from Love Letters: Vita and Virginia
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selfawaremaniac · 2 months ago
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I'm actually a huge fan of enemies to lovers because I do think it's hot but to be clear "enemies to I think you're attractive and that's overcoming my hatred of you" sucks ASS the trope is about growing RESPECT and GENUINE AFFECTION the POINT is that they always found each other attractive but it doesn't MATTER until they also have a solid relationship built on trust respect and friendship!!!!! Do you understand my vision!!!!
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selfawaremaniac · 2 months ago
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I am good. I am loved.
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selfawaremaniac · 2 months ago
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selfawaremaniac · 2 months ago
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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