thistled-nook
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May we meet under the stars you were born to inherit.Major simpI do poetry sometimesGenshin addict
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thistled-nook · 3 months ago
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For someone so used to being talked over, you would think I have more words to say.
I find, more often than not, that others say it better.
As if my words are not accurate enough to describe my own feelings
That I do not accentuate properly
My voice is a composition of others that I have borrowed
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thistled-nook · 5 months ago
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I need to smell his cologne
I need to smell him
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thistled-nook · 5 months ago
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On another note BABYYYYYY WHY DONT YOU COME OVERRRRR RED WINE SUPERNOVAAAAA FALL RIGHT INTO MEEEEEE
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thistled-nook · 5 months ago
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Can’t let him know that the dream I had about us chilling in a room next to each other in silence was actually us cuddling and being one of the most comforting things I’ve ever dreamed
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thistled-nook · 5 months ago
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In therapy I use a ditch metaphor to describe my depression, how with each day I seem to fall deeper into the darkest pits of nothing.
I have my days where I’m able to climb, only a little, and they are few, but she is there to help me.
I’m grateful that my therapist gives me ladders to make my trek easier, but some of them I don’t know how to use yet, and others I tend to think are too short.
When the day comes that I understand how to use them, I will know things will be okay.
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thistled-nook · 6 months ago
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OH MY GODDDDDDD WE SAW EACH OTHER AFTER LITERALLY THREE WEEKS OF JUST TEXTING AND HE PICKED ME UP AND SPUN ME AROUND AND HE LITERALLY LOOKS SO GOOD LIKE WHAT A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES UGH AND HIS LAUGH AND JUST HIM GOT ME LIKE
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thistled-nook · 6 months ago
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Why was it my plaster covered brick and boarded doors you had to break through just to see the dusty, rotten inside?
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