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chammakay · 6 years
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she’s distant! she’s incoherent! she’s sensitive! she uses escapism as a coping mechanism! she’s me!!!
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Murmurs of Earth: The Voyager Interstellar Record Carl Sagan
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chammakay · 6 years
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I wish this would all fall apart quickly.
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One day you must put down your sword
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chammakay · 7 years
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i used to only hate my body but now i hate who i am as a person too lol
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Anna, 70s
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Mark Gonzales and Natas
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chammakay · 7 years
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i am someone who is looking for tea. REAL tea. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t live without each other tea. and i don’t think that tea is here. on this dated website. with you messy queens. on Tumblr. 
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gucci pre-fall 2017
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chammakay · 7 years
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i’m better than every man i’ve ever loved and/or idolized.
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chammakay · 7 years
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Walking 39 very good dogs.
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chammakay · 7 years
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I bought a roomba today purely out of anxiety. I just feel!!!! Alone. And I feel purely 100% responsible for this, but also ugh! I just wish I had friends, a friend. Someone who checked up on me or invited me out for drinks or to just hang out. I feel like I exist as a very like overtly needy person in my relationship that when I'm outside in the world separated from that I fight really hard to seem detached and not needy and it just...gets lost in translation. I'm just not sure if this is the rest of my life.
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chammakay · 7 years
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Yasmin Warsame and Liya Kebede, Balenciaga Spring/Summer 2003
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chammakay · 7 years
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The worst part of being married is how your friends and peers will write you off and suddenly become painfully disinterested in you because you're married. And being married in an outwardly hetero appearing relationship somehow means you cannot have a queer identity, or a need for a community, or creativity or a need for friendship and intimacy because you're just another person who's joined the fallacy that is the institution of marriage. The best part about being married is....coming home everyday and knowing marriage has not enhanced or added meaning to my relationship with this person. It's just this thing that happened to us and I'm still just a very lonely person, that's still struggling with extreme body dysmorphia daily and still processing my traumas and there's someone who understands I need a space to exist without having to put on a performance. I guess really that's it.
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