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#i lost a friend
little-blurry · 1 month
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As vezes esqueço o motivo de termos nos afastado, as vezes sinto sua falta mas já me acostumei com a sua ausência, você se tornou memórias.
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(Anna Lyndsey, Girl in the Dark/ Jordana Bryant, New Friends/ Misti Hemlock/ Debolina/ Jason Schmidt/ Finneas O'Connell, I Lost A Friend/ Debolina Bhawal/ Taylor Swift, The Archer/ Alex Flinn/ Caroline Kay Kudelko, Ex-Bestfriend/ Taylor Swift, Dorothea/ J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan/ Ocean Vuong/ Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides/ Katie McGarry, Crossing the Line)
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feyti-odinsdottir · 5 months
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My mind is a museum
Of all the people you used to be
Waiting behind glass
For the day you come back
- Just Little Bits of Poetry
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adamparrishsaccent · 2 days
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this song is so adam and gansey im SICK
like like like just hear me out
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worrying about every bad thing that hasn’t happened?
replaying fights??
he made too much money to be 20 and sad???
id apologize if i thought it might make a difference or make you listen????
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darlingdeer21 · 21 days
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Today my friend, with whom I have been friends for about ten years, said that we should stop maintaining communication and friendship.
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makopakotaco · 8 months
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For three years now, I have become utterly incapable of listening to “How to Save a Life” without thinking about Satoru and Suguru and feeling so heartbroken.
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I hear it and I see Suguru spiraling, distancing himself, the slight bitterness about being left behind by Satoru in strength. I see Shinjuku. I see Satoru questioning what the purpose of his strength even is. I see him stumbling, unable to know what he could’ve done.
Oh, and the interview with Yuichi Nakamura in which he describes the direction and the decisions made for voicing teen Gojo really hammered it home for me.
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edenatknight · 1 year
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I tried to confide in a friend about having aphantasia and now we are no longer friends.
This is what I was afraid of. Appearing so good at something to someone, they can’t imagine how you can have any difficulty or challenges doing that thing. Or that thing that I love so much has also caused turmoil and trauma at times bc ppl pushed me too hard for the results they wanted and I couldn’t work out why I wasn’t getting there. I tried to share the joy in finding some self understanding with someone who is also creative and might have some good advice for me, he didn’t listen, spoke over me, and yelled at me instead.
Here are some things he said to try and convince me I’m wrong.
“You’re such a talented artist” no it’s not Talent it’s years of skill and practice.
“You’re one of the most creative ppl I know” aphantasia doesn’t stop you being creative.
“You have a rich inner world of course you can visualise” can you prove that my inner world is different to how I’m describing it? So why aren’t you believing me?
“If I describe you experiencing X thing can you see it?” Not the same way you do it goes through concepts and memories so I can relate to what you’re describing in terms that you understand.
“You can imagine things you haven’t experienced and might like in detail.” Yes I can imagine a cake I might like but I can’t picture a cake I haven’t seen and if I like lemon sponge logically I’ll probably like lemon tart. Knowing isn’t the same as visualising.
“That thing you painted proves you can visualise” you don’t know the process behind it, what I was experiencing At the time, how I made it etc
“The doodles you do are imaginative” I’ve given this one so much thought bc I’ve not been able to make them and I didn’t know why. Ideas for me are external and contextual, not conjured from visualising. Without the context I don’t have ideas. Alone I only have a blank page.
“You read too much” how do you know what I’m reading? (Reader we speak infrequently also Nmum used to dismiss me with this one like reading is a bad thing also lol mysoginistic roots of don’t learn too much about yourself woman)
“You can’t just decided this sudden thing” it’s not sudden it feels like a revelation to accept it and work through the feelings behind it but I’ve been circling this for months to years
“you’re making/looking for excuses” it’s an explanation not an excuse and it comes with a bunch of feelings but if I know what it is I can work with it I hope.
“You just need just to do the (art) work not analyse yourself so much” I have been doing the work, I’ve just completed an art academy to do the actual work that’s how I’ve arrived here. Bc I’ve been doing art and compassionately sitting with my difficulties & talking to other artists about my process
“You’ve got an answer to everything” why is me sharing this so triggering for you?
“Because you’re already there!!” I’m not saying I’m not anywhere or being self critical. You’re the one responding to this like it’s a bad thing. I’m not. It just changes a lot about how I’ve been approaching art and I need to process this.
“You’re wrong. You’re wrong. YOURE WRONG”
Yea he said that. A lot. Increasingly louder like it was going to change my mind.
“You just don’t want to be known.” Er that’s a massive projection coming from you.
* he hangs up *
Guess he didn’t want to be told who he is either. 🙃 I should have hung up well before he got to play victim at the last minute. It was good practice I suppose, I’m more resolved that this is how my brain works.
This isn’t the first time something like this has happened, altho this was the most overt he’s been. I can’t share my experiences with him without him getting angry, I’ve decided I’m not his friend anymore.
Why do people want to deny others experience with such anger? Why does it matter if I am wrong? It still might yield something useful going forward and harms no one. I get to be changeable. Try new things to learn about myself. I’ve opened my heart to knowing myself in a way I wasn’t able to do as a child.
He turned me inviting him to know me into an argument, and he lost I guess. The comment about reading too much told me that.
I’m more convinced than ever I have aphantasia even if it’s technically a 1/10 on the scale. As an artist, who’s been trying to work like I’m a 10/10, that’s huge deal.
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devils-angels-inc · 29 days
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my breath tastes of coffee and cigarettes
(and you don’t love me anymore)
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myawesomemixtape · 1 year
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I'll be lying awake counting all the mistakes I've made, replaying fights
I LOST A FRIEND, FINNEAS
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where did captain gregor’s wife go 🥺 do they have a new url?
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infected-paul · 10 months
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:(
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Losing your best friend is so weird...
Yes I still have our favourite picture as my phone wallpaper, yes I still read our old chats and smile at our silly fights and my eyes get full of tears at our heartfelt messages, I still miss you, I still pray for your happiness, I still wonder if things would be alright if I had done something differently, I still wonder what would happen if you never met those new people, I still wish if you'd just call me one night and we'd talk it all out... but no I won't pickup because deep down i know that the version of you that I knew, loved, cherished, cared about the most and considered my soulmate is long gone...
And i wish I could do something to change that...
ms.anonymous
{Excerpt from the diary/I can't read without crying}
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feyti-odinsdottir · 1 year
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I'm the one that just can't get over it. The one who just can't move on. I'm the one that lets dust collect on my pinned up hair while everybody says 'what a sad sight.' Maybe its stupid and selfish and pointless. Maybe only the strong ones move on and rebuild, and the weak are the ones trapped in time. But maybe I have to let myself stay trapped. To feel like somebody cares. To feel like somebody is guarding those memories. Tending to them, reliving them, remembering them, every day. To feel like somebody is protecting the person you used to be. Maybe I can't move on, because somebody has to keep that person alive. The person you used to be, who only exists now in memory. Just in case you ever want to come back and find that person, I want her to be polished and remembered and well cared for. And if you never come back for her. If she gets tired and dusty. She gets dusty with me. I refuse to move on, because of her. She earned it, she deserves it. There's always somebody who doesn't get to move on. And it's me.
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lizanx · 1 year
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tote-traeumerin · 9 months
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we shared all our thoughts
but now
all we share are memories.
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neverinmydreams · 2 years
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