weeblehh
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weeblehh · 1 year ago
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you know a cat wrote this
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weeblehh · 1 year ago
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When does it end?😭
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weeblehh · 1 year ago
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“But whatever is repressed returns later, and often in disguise, to claim its due.”
— Roberto Assagioli
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weeblehh · 1 year ago
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“if he stays he could stay forever if he leaves, he will never come back”
— loveme–lustme
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weeblehh · 1 year ago
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“give me a few days of peace in your arms—i need it terribly. i’m ragged, worn, exhausted. after that i can face the world.”
- Henry Miller
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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If one thing had been different.
Would everything be different?
Today.
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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I’ve felt myself, haunting him.
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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“I’VE NEVER EVER BEEN HAPPIER!”
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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Im sorry but im so over rue and Jules
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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#sylv
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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I don’t know what’s worse. Not being able to escape yourself or having this liberty to destroy yourself.
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weeblehh · 3 years ago
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Aching glee
The incandescent glow in my palms
As it touched the forth roots grounded where flesh turned to coarse sludge
The suffering that it bought along with the soothing cold.
In a faith forgotten mind with glittering tears,
No one can discard their carved soul.
The thoughts, as they wander in the dark
They hold the ground where ivy grows.
My heart as it touched my fatal flaws
Like voilet blaze it grew,
And the golden gale touched my scars.
-devanshi barwal
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