♡ diagnosed anxiety and depression.
— my outlet for poetic musings, mental health reflections, and overall ramblings about the world; and all that exists in it.
warm welcome! ♡
about what i said about “finding belonging in people”—
about what i said about “finding belonging in people”—
no, i really don’t think you’d known
what once was is forever gone
and i have reclaimed my throne
while you’re doomed to be alone
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no, i really don’t think you’d known
what once was is forever gone
and i have reclaimed my throne
while you’re doomed to be alone
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it’s true. i dreaded summer. while listening to the self-proclaimed king of the fall i would save and reblog pictures of orange forests on tumblr. it wasn’t until i got a sweet taste of summer that i started dreading the arrival of fall, like now…
it’s true. i dreaded summer. while listening to the self-proclaimed king of the fall i would save and reblog pictures of orange forests on tumblr. it wasn’t until i got a sweet taste of summer that i started dreading the arrival of fall, like now…
for the first half of the summer i was really into dating, but to this day i still don’t understand just why. maybe i just liked the attention. then i went away, and away again, and again, and now i’m too preoccupied with my studies to care—
for the first half of the summer i was really into dating, but to this day i still don’t understand just why. maybe i just liked the attention. then i went away, and away again, and again, and now i’m too preoccupied with my studies to care—
she was born during an era where sons were greatly preferred, because of the strong patriarchal structures in villages back then—
she was born during an era where sons were greatly preferred, because of the strong patriarchal structures in villages back then—
strolled around kungsholmen and i walked the entire götgatan; i took the bus to the middle of south, i took the bus to the north of town. shoulders briefly nudged against each others, and i thought it was my chance now,
strolled around kungsholmen and i walked the entire götgatan; i took the bus to the middle of south, i took the bus to the north of town. shoulders briefly nudged against each others, and i thought it was my chance now,
if you’d let me
if you’d give us a chance
all we could’ve been
if you’d just felt it
if you’d just embraced it
if you’d let me
if you’d give us a chance
all we could’ve been
if you’d just felt it
if you’d just embraced it
i read on my broken iphone screen
i get it
you don’t wanna go through the same route again
that’s why you message me first so much
your speciality is leading me on and
i am starting to hate you
i read on my broken iphone screen
i get it
you don’t wanna go through the same route again
that’s why you message me first so much
your speciality is leading me on and
i am starting to hate you
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like a heavy cloud on a rainy day
always the fool in someone’s play
yet who was i to ever say
that i could be a sunshine ray
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like a heavy cloud on a rainy day
always the fool in someone’s play
yet who was i to ever say
that i could be a sunshine ray
the hallway connects the living room and my room on opposite sides. a few hours ago i didn’t mind my door being open while i took a nap as i didn’t mind the noise. i actually cherished it; sounds from the tv and my brothers reels-scrolling. it just felt so lively.
the hallway connects the living room and my room on opposite sides. a few hours ago i didn’t mind my door being open while i took a nap as i didn’t mind the noise. i actually cherished it; sounds from the tv and my brothers reels-scrolling. it just felt so lively.
neither home nor away,
neither belonging nor estranged.
i find myself in the painful blurs between contrasts. i find myself with one leg in each direction; to the north, and to the east, and i am defined by standards don’t fit me, and standards that could.
neither home nor away,
neither belonging nor estranged.
i find myself in the painful blurs between contrasts. i find myself with one leg in each direction; to the north, and to the east, and i am defined by standards don’t fit me, and standards that could.
i feel like even after i’ve set clear boundaries to leave me alone some start picking up my interests which makes me uncomfortable to be frank. is that irrational? probably.—
i feel like even after i’ve set clear boundaries to leave me alone some start picking up my interests which makes me uncomfortable to be frank. is that irrational? probably.—
i feel guilty, hopeless, stressed. and it stems from my childhood. because my parents never liked it… they wanted me to be doing something, always—
i feel guilty, hopeless, stressed. and it stems from my childhood. because my parents never liked it… they wanted me to be doing something, always—
♡ diagnosed anxiety and depression.
— my outlet for poetic musings, mental health reflections, and overall ramblings about the world; and all that exists in it.
warm welcome! ♡
♡ diagnosed anxiety and depression.
— my outlet for poetic musings, mental health reflections, and overall ramblings about the world; and all that exists in it.
warm welcome! ♡
the thought of eating makes me so indescribably sad right, and my heart sinks. i had some comfort food today but other than that, i really don’t want to go into the kitchen. i really don’t feel like eating, but i must, and the cycle of guilt repeats itself. endlessly, eternally.
the thought of eating makes me so indescribably sad right, and my heart sinks. i had some comfort food today but other than that, i really don’t want to go into the kitchen. i really don’t feel like eating, but i must, and the cycle of guilt repeats itself. endlessly, eternally.