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#i miss myself
artwinx · 2 months
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happy late birthday to my favorite comfort character ♥️
also, sorry for the bad quality and result, turns out deep depression and weeks without touching a pen does ruins your art style, I'm rusty but i promise I'll get better again.
my commissions are still open and you can support me on ko-fi to see more
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4-luver · 7 months
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there were two reasons
i was scared
to let people in;
the damage they could do,
and the damage they could find.
ps: this is not my poetry, i can’t find whose it is
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In Solitudine et in Tenebris
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I really miss my wild self. The version of me that doesn't care what other people think. The one where I can be myself in every kind of way. The one who speaks her mind. The strong one that can overcome anything. The one where i loved my body. The one where I loved myself. I feel like I've lost her and I can't wait to find her again. Until we meet again🩷
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bxdbitxhme · 4 months
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i’m just a girl. an adult girl but still, i don’t know what i’m doing with my life and i make decisions i regret. but i’m still just a girl.
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liminal-brainrot · 8 months
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I don't think I will ever be a whole person, parts of me died in that house.
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hauxicrook · 7 months
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embeccy · 8 months
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"It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back."
- Myra McEntire
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tiredoftheseblues · 1 year
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There’s no way back.
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12-sins-of-a-saint · 7 months
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Familiarity is so comfortingly lethal. Old places, known people, and suddenly you are willing to risk it all. You are willing to exchange days for hours and money for moments. There's nothing more exquisite than the pale puckered wall to which memories of your childhood hang. There's nothing more melodious than the annoying honk of your first car. There's nothing more stunning than the nod of your old neighbour. Nothing more soothing than humid and heavy air of your college classroom.
And yet you can go back to the place and not find it. For it's not the same place. You can go back to the people you know the names of and not recognise them. For they are not the same people. And, somehow standing right there with all the nostalgia rising from deepest corner of your heart, you notice the ache... of being there and not belonging there. Of not embodying anymore, the spirit, that you once did. When you belonged to that place. Somehow that place still screams of a distant past that once was your 'present'. And you feel a rush to run. To run into the walls and not away. To somehow become part of those walls that have spied on your evil deeds and that hold your seceret sacred. You want to be purged of your learning and become clean again. And you know you can't, so you admire what's basically ordinary. For the place wasn't never as amazing, as you were, when you were there.
- Syre (19/09/23 00:44)
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heaven4lostgirls · 7 months
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when i sleep past 10:30 pm i start thinking about why everything went wrong.
go to fucking sleep
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rasierklingexo · 7 months
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I miss the old times.
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I envy my younger self
She was happy ,had hope,was excited about life
I miss her too
I miss my younger self so much
And worse of all i feel like i failed her too
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catsforthewin · 17 days
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What Are You Afraid Of?
I'm afraid of big crowds I'm afraid of being alone I'm afraid of anxiety I'm afraid to talk to people I'm afraid of how I eat I'm afraid of how I behave I'm afraid of feeling sick I'm afraid of letting everyone down I'm afraid of not being good enough I'm afraid of coming off as obnoxious I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid of myself I'm afraid of feeling sad and depressed I'm afraid of the cashiers I'm afraid of public transportation I'm afraid of people throwing me away I'm afraid I might've already thrown myself away I'm afraid of hurting and feeling like I shouldn't be I'm afraid of messing up I'm afraid of not feeling more grateful for things I have I'm afraid of tripping where everyone can see I'm afraid to pick deliveries I'm afraid of being laughed at I'm afraid to order food I'm afraid of how I think daily I'm afraid of all the self harm thoughts I'm afraid of how lazy I am I'm afraid of how inconsistent I am I'm afraid my best isn't enough I'm afraid I don't try enough
I'm afraid …of all of this and so much more, my brain
"I'm just so afraid and lost and I don't know why anymore"- anxiety
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fleurof · 3 months
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16
i deserve a chance to be sixteen again.
i deserve to go to my own prom,
with a date
i deserve experiencing teen love.
and im not depressed anymore,
im in mourning.
mourning a youth that never got to be,
a love that was never mine.
i wasted my youth,
planning a suicide i would never go through with,
i didn’t have the guts;
ripping out my hair thinking of something i did two months ago;
skipping school because all i could think about was my burning hatred for myself
i deserve to go back.
i need a second chance.
i want to be young again.
i never got to be myself
a shell of who i was meant to be,
going through the motions of my life,
never noticing the time running out.
i deserve a chance to be sixteen again
- i
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jugheadthelesbian · 4 months
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and i never think of him. except on midnights like this
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