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“Never allow loneliness to drive you into the arms of someone you know you don’t belong with.”

— Unknown

“Sometimes, the strongest people in the morning are the people who cried all night.”

— Book of prosperity

asshai by  Edén Ochoa Iniesta

some of my favorite tiny love stories

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

23rd November, 2023

The earth is retreating to rest, while the humans plough persistently; burning her. She is tired, yet she blooms even in the darkest hour. Guides us with her light, even after all the abuse. She is beautiful, graceful, gentle and loving, but for how long?

by Kyle Bonallo (ig: @kylebonallo)

by bazilio_jr

How does one stay alive?

How do you stay alive? How can I say alive? I am tired. I no longer have that want to move forward, but still have that little hope of seeing my future. I want to stay alive, but it's getting a bit too hard. I can't depend on my parents anymore, well, at least in 2-3 years. It's scary. The support system that I've known my whole life might not be there for me in a few decades. I'm scared, of how uncertain my future is. How any second everything can change and leave someone happy or leave everyone crying. But humans keep on persevering. But I don't have that in me. I'm a coward. I'm scared of life. I'm scared of living life fully.

“There are things that need to be forgotten if you want to keep on living.”

— Jim Thompson

I always feel like closing down myself whenever I feel like I've revealed a bit too much. It sucks. I feel like an imposter, a fake. I can never be myself, no one really knows me, hey think they know me but, do they really know me?

“If you can’t do anything about it then let it go. Don’t be a prisoner to things you can’t change.”

— Tony Baskin

went somewhere nice this morning to finish up my presentation because my apartment is currently stress messy and I am too exhausted to clean it.

May 2nd, 2023.

I dread this life. People are creatures hiding their hideous faces, offering friendship under false pretences.

I will seek my "great perhaps", I will keep on fighting.

I seek for a "great perhaps"; it isn't easy to keep on living while the living tries to end me with their smothering accusations. Maybe life has to be lived that way to understand how it works. I'm not a child, or a hormonal teenager yelling the "LIFE SUCKS!" every minute, I do that mentally.

I've loved too much to suffer like this, people keep on targeting me like I'm some kind of a toy that they have snatched from a classmate they like to bully. It's scarring, these memories and the inferno I am living in right now.

I wish the world had let me keep my childish innocence, but I was forced to grow up, mentally it has been exhausting. Exalting feelings? They lost their way; they never reached me; I'm still waiting.

The mind is funny. It keeps on shouting me; it's deafening. I'd like to end my journey here, but I keep on going. I keep on living even though the world around me tells me not to.

I will keep on fighting; I need to survive. It's a hungry world that keeps feeding on fragile souls. Oh, darling. How I wish I could have kept you safe but I, too, want to be saved.

growing up neurodivergent is just.

"why are you doing that. its weird"

"the way you laugh is weird."

"the way you dress is weird"

"why does your face look like that?"

"why aren't you happy with my gift"

"why don't you talk more"

"why do you talk so much"

"you're annoying"

and then as an adult:

"why are you always worried about what people think of you?"