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I sit as i think it through. The thing that’s going on now. I always tell myself, “I’ve been through this, I got this”. Only this time I actually haven’t been through this. It’s my first time living this life too and I feel so lost on what’s supposed to be my roaring 20s. How can I navigate this thing called life if it’s my first time living it?
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Why did the universe grant me such a burning passion to be everything and everywhere yet put me in a physical body that is mortal and so limited? This must be divine punishment.
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it's emotionally exhausting to love and hate someone at the same time. but what do you do when someone you love, respect, and look up to does things that hurt you? and that makes you hate them? the love and hate i feel for someone physically and emotionally hurts me. it hurts my mind and heart. it makes me wanna explode. ambivalence is a curse.
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"Well, Clarice, have the lambs stopped screaming?"
Hannibal Lecter, The Silence of the Lambs (1991)
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hi, self
i just want you to know that
you've made progress more than
you give yourself credit for.
everything you do,
no matter how little or insignificant they may seem,
they all contribute to a greater outcome.
so please, just keep doing what you do.
remember that it's okay to take a break
and rest for a while if it all gets heavy,
but dont ever stop.
you might not be where you truly want to be,
but at least you're far from where you used to be.
keep going, im proud of you.
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You bow in awe of my unconventional beauty,
yearn for my magical touch to reach your thick skin.
"She's flawless, I love her."
These thoughts sit back rooted inside your mind,
all the while your eyes are blind to my hideous and horrendous shadow.
You have made this your conscious belief and put me in a pedestal so high.
So when I refused to give you what you wanted from the start;
to pour your desperate lonely heart all my love until it spills,
hatred in disguise started to unveil itself and show its true and raw form.
"You're cruel, I hate you."
You say in front of my delicate face,
disappointed, broken, and angry
as you slowly put me down
from the pedestal you placed me before.
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Marla's philosophy in life was that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.
The Narrator, Fight Club (1999)
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i was terrified
to drown in the depths of my own mind,
so i lived at the tip of the iceberg
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curiousity kills but jealousy is an even more gruesome killer, so be wary of jealous people because sometimes they're just right inside your circle
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I don't want to fixate myself
with far fetched results.
I want to fall in love
with the process of becoming—
becoming a better version of myself,
becoming the person I yearn to be,
becoming someone I should have been
a long time ago.
The journey to self-discovery,
self love, and self worth,
lies not on the finish line,
but on the road
where you keep lifting your feet with
to take a step forward
and I think that's the beauty of it.
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He's got the voice of an angel
and the devil's tongue altogether.
At the sight of his mouth,
ready to open and spit cruel honesty,
I shiver in fear.
For his words cut deeper than a dagger
and never make you feel better.
That's my lover's dangerous weapon
that always beats
everything in me to a pulp.
My soul, my ego, my self-love,
he makes sure
to never leave anything behind.
Now I got nothing left,
but a lifeless, tortured mind and body.
And yes, my lover's pretty crude,
because he's a murderer.
A murderer of dreams, hope, love,
passion, and of perseverance to live.
A murderer who's locked in prison,
in a cage inside my dead heart.
I guess we're indeed meant to be.
- this is not a love story ft. my narcissistic lover
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saw this photo on the internet :)))
whatever that's bothering you lately,
get it off your chest today.
don't forget to breathe.
let it out from time to time
so it doesn't get too heavy for you to carry.
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