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If you think about it, many people exist within music—singers write about them, and listeners see others through those songs. You, too, exist within countless lines.

まふゆ。

おいでー💙

Do I contradict myself? Very well then... I contradict myself; I am large... I contain multitudes. — Walt Whitman, from 'Song of Myself' in Leaves of Grass

At the end of the day im the love i give, not the love i get.

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"a story of such woe" — Ivan.

Can we please for the love of god, waste our short and meaningless lives together.

Help, true

Lying down on the floor as a time-out from living gotta be one of my favorite activities

i'm definitely not the ideal kind of friend, i disappear a lot, i'm barely available, i find comfort in being distant specially when i'm dealing with my own struggles too, it's my coping mechanism, but i'll try to be there for you as much as i can. that's the thing about me.

Helplessness, Helplessness is not emptiness but the ache of too much— too much knowing, too much feeling, too much longing with no path forward.

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"I am aware, sure I am aware. Catastrophically aware." - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

“But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; You lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests.[...] You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame: how could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?” ―Friedrich Nietzsche,

I hung my heart on a necklace, And shed tears for its pearls.

". . .Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday and Saturday according to the same rhythm—this path is easily followed most of the time. But one day the 'why' arises and everything begins in that weariness tinged with amazement." Albert Camus, from The Myth of Sisyphus

"So many broken children living in grown adults bodies, mimicking adult lives"