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sinfonia-relativa · 1 year ago
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Ariel Ruiz
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neuroconflictos · 1 year ago
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Jairo Guerrero
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redcomunitaria · 8 months ago
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Una promesa es un pacto; siendo ese nuestro último acto: Ser, estar y alejarse; si era completamente necesario...
Mabel
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desorden-en-letras · 1 year ago
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Créditos a quien correspondan
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solxs · 1 year ago
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Edisson A. Cajilima Márquez
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caostalgia · 1 year ago
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El lograr sentirte, aún estando tan lejos: Fue el vicio invisible; que consumió a cada sentimiento verdadero...
Mabel
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tinta-y-cometas · 1 year ago
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Fernando Pessoa
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sugdensdingle · 2 months ago
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butnotbubblegum · 4 months ago
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using the tags to vent my current emotional state into the void bc ig story feels like a bad plan for this, read at your own risk.
#but jesus christ coming back home while already knee deep in a suicidal episode was an awful idea#like i was maybe on the verge of improving and then i came back to all of this family bullshit#and the place as well like it’s so. i don’t want to say isolated necessarily. but so much it’s own little bubble#and i spent the last eight or nine years i lived here depressed and the last six suicidal#and being back here feels like the actual place is telling me to die#and i don’t think it helps that every place i go i know or know of someone who successfully committed suicide#like. oh this person drowned themself here. or that person hung themself in these woods. or several people jumped off the side of this clif#like. it all feels like reminders of my failures. and it’s like. cmon. wouldn’t it be easy. all you need to do is jump. is slit your throat#is find a decent piece of rope. idk. but everything is so much and i just want it to stop and it feels like the ground itself#is giving me a way to do it.#i genuinely feel like i’m like 16 or 17 again. and everything that isn’t within these hills#feels like a haze and not actually real. like the concept of buxton doesn’t actually exist and my friends do not actually exist and nothing#actually exists except the place i’m in and my family and the pub#i think going back to work at the pub was a mistake; i think it’s making this worse. especially because it’s henry’s dad’s local#and where henry’s wake was. and nothing there has changed at all. it’s like the whole last year never happened.#and i only need to get through two more days but it feels like an impossible task and i keep thinking being back in york will fix me but id#if that even true like. i was suicidal before i left. and it’s going to be intense and stressful and then i have to leave again.#come back here and do three full weeks of this all over again. i haven’t even managed two yet this time around. and i feel like#such a failure and such a drain on my friends (and on one in particular) because it just#is so much and has been so long and everything is complicated and awful and i think if i hadn’t come back i’d be in a normal mental state#by now. that’s the worst fucking part. and also the whole thing of i know how to be suicidal here. i know how to not give a shit about#living here. i know how to do that. but ive never had to try before. like im trying to improve and im trying to hold on and hold off the#urges to kill myself or self harm or whatever because i said i would and because i KNOW it can be better than this and bc i love my friends#and they love me and i don’t want to upset them or make them anxious or anything like that and kat made me promise to try and im trying so#fucking hard and it feels like it’s not even worth the effort because it’s so much effort and everything is so overwhelming and awful and i#hate the way my family interacts and i just want everything to stop and idc if suicide is the cowards way out or selfish or whatever#bullshit people say it feels like the only option i can actually withstand because everything is so much pain and so much effort and so muc#everything and i can’t deal with it anymore. and also i forgot just how much i have to fucking mask in front of my parents and especially m#father and it’s so exhausting and i can’t sleep and there’s so much yelling and i just need it all to stop#i’ve had major breakdowns the last 3 nights about wanting to die so much & trying so hard to not let myself & idk how much longer i can tak
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vimbry · 5 months ago
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aw yeahh I'm seeing chris fleming live tommorowwww
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sinfonia-relativa · 1 year ago
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Tengo ganas de convertirme en algún deseo; que en plena conciencia. Pidas a la luna, un millar de veces...
Mabel
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neuroconflictos · 10 months ago
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Ya no te siento y tampoco trato de encontrarte en mis sueños: Sé que no regresarás esta vez y yo no te buscaré; eso es un hecho.
Mabel
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redcomunitaria · 1 year ago
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Nunca se termina de aprender: Durante la tormenta, en las noches solitarias y oscuras. En los días de sol, cuando tenemos el corazón contento; también entendemos el sabor dulce; que nos ofrece la vida.
Mabel
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desorden-en-letras · 1 year ago
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Juan Ramón Jiménez
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stairnaheireann · 10 months ago
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#OTD in Irish History | 16 January:
1362 – Birth of Robert de Vere, Duke of Ireland, Marquess of Dublin, and 9th Earl of Oxford KG. He was a favourite and court companion of King Richard II of England. He was the ninth Earl of Oxford and the first and only Duke of Ireland and Marquess of Dublin. 1700 – Richard Levinge, an Irish MP and later a prominent Tory, is committed by the English House of Commons to the Tower of London until…
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tinta-y-cometas · 1 year ago
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Osvaldo Salazar
fb: Caníbal Literario(Artista)
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