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You know Iām gonna keep telling myself that itās sustainable and that I can keep it up.
Iām infallible, Iām incorruptible, Iām unstoppable.
I have to keep this up, even if I donāt feel like Iām anything people say I am because I need to maintain that persona for everyone else who depends on me. Itās not even difficult for me to do so because I know Iām capable and I know Iām not disposed to being anything else other than a Pilar of strength in other peoplesā lives.
Itās like an impostor syndrome where everyone sings me praise and they all think Iām great, but am I really? I donāt feel great, and the people whose opinions actually matter to me donāt seem to think Iām that great eitherā¦ so am I?
I donāt really know to be honest. I donāt know if Iām actually great, or if Iām just the person I am to everyone because I think thatās the only way I can win people over. I consistently go above and beyond and then some, so of course people are going to take notice and of course Iām going to be looked at as incredible, but does that really mean that I am?
I donāt feel very incredible. I donāt think anything I do would really matter if I wasnāt viewed in comparison to others who donāt care nearly as much as I do about other people. My insane drive to make everyone around me happy is slowly but surely ruining my life and I donāt know how to slam the brakes on it anymore.
Is being too nice really such a detriment? Is putting other people first in every possible scenario really supposed to be such a burden on me? Is screaming into the void my only option at this point?
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Is there still time? Is it too late? We have to act!
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Itās happening again. Iām making the same mistakes I thought Iād learned from. Iām giving more of myself than I have to give, yet again.
I tell myself love just isnāt for me, but I never tend to accept that for as long as Iād like to and Iāve been happy these past few years on my own. Maybe thatās not true. Maybe, Iāve just gotten very good at lying to myself about it?
Itās hard not to look at them and think about all the others. She reminds me so much of everyone else Iāve ever wanted to make happy. Every time I see her face light up with a smile and with every warm embraceā¦ I feel things. I donāt want to lose that feeling. I just donāt think the feelings are mutual; and thatās important to note. I think about just letting it go,
But all I see when I close my eyes, is her.
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2 years itās been.
I donāt really know what to write on here about. A lot happened in my life since Iāve left this site and to be honest I never planned on returning, but sometimes I think I need to be able to write and at least jot down whatever it is Iām feeling and going through. Whether itās positive or not, I think writing things down helps me conceptualize what Iām experiencing.
I left this app because for a long time I felt like I had failed in what I wanted this blog to be. This was my second attempt, and yet another failure. It became so rife with negativity that I couldnāt bear to look at it anymore. I had failed; and at the time I didnāt believe some things were worth saving... so I left.
I think shortly afterwards I think Sara and I started dating. Iām not even sure if sheās on here anymore or if I ever even followed her to begin with. Maybe this violates my promise to her that sheād never have to see or hear from me ever again... Either way, itās been long enough that I think weād both be past however petty we felt towards eachother back then.
Sara was my world for about a year. Itās taken me a long time to come to terms with how badly I messed that up, and how hurt she really was. This world does things to you if you donāt have your guard up, but itās so exhausting being this young and having to keep your guard up so high and steadily firm all the time. I think it really got to us both, but I think I broke first.
I never did apologize for how I was back then, and I donāt think Iāll ever get the chance to, but Iām OK with that now. We arenāt always given the option to have that kind of closure with someone, and Iāve accepted that in this case as I have in many other scenarios. Iām grateful at least that lesson Iād learned very young. Itās served me well.
I donāt know what else to say. I think thatās it for now. Iām glad Iām back on here and I remember a lot of you that are still here and Iām real happy all of this still exists. Most of my social media now-a-days is flooded with family & coworkers, so I canāt really vent on there. Iād much rather scream out into the void on here anyway.
Thanks for listening
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Watching old episodes of Parts Unknown and being struck by little moments like these. What an extraordinary tragedy.
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You never gonna have a better chance. At what?Ā Redemption.
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