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Scribe your soul out

Scribe your soul out

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As miserable as it gets. Yes, all I do is be miserable here. i can’t write anymore. my gallery? https://t.me/photosiLOVED

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grandma was talking on the phone then I saw her laughing really loud at the joke, and she hung up on them and said, "ምን ያደርቀኛል." it felt so natural lmao😭😭

the book that started it all.
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the book that started it all.

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do you need to be excited in order to enjoy something?

the constant overwhelm eventually turn on your body your physical health becoming the warning you didn’t want to hear. and that’s when you wake up and realize: none of the things you exhausted yourself over truly mattered. because in the end, everything only exists as long as you do.

Odessa tho

30 minutes or less, and i’m already reminded of what i’ll always be grateful for how deeply loved eleni makes me feel. she’s the funniest, most amazing human you could ever meet. i honestly didn’t think i could even laugh( literal pain)but somehow she made it happen. my past self did something right i think she was a good friend now i get to be surrounded by incredible people.

update, but you can’t update anything. everything feels like too much. you’re not just tired of your problems you’re exhausted from having to name them.

i miss my watt pad reading self now i don’t even read much.

“Being a good woman will eat you alive,” she said. “Every day it takes a piece of you. A chunk here, a chunk there until there is nothing left.”

“No one ever forgives their mother,” she said, shrugging. “Fathers yes, but a mother never.” 

I avoided mirrors these days because my reflection reminded me so much of my mother. How much of my mother was inside me?   I turned the hot water up to the max and rubbed my hands vigorously underneath the scalding deluge. I could baptize the parts of myself that came from her, but there was always the nagging question at the back of mind—where did she end and where did I begin? Did any part of me truly belong to me?

be me >lose my phone because i forgot where i put it > remember i did laundry >panic, convinced i tossed my phone in with the clothes >run to check the machine >not there >it’s been in my pocket the whole time my retirement era going to be sweet.

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i need to be tired in a accomplished way, my tiredness need some reasons.