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Hii I reposted one of your posts but without reblogging cause I didn’t want the caption to be visible so I screen shotted it but kept ur username visible and posted it, is that alright?

Yes ofc <333

Sarcasm, my love.

@shutupshivya my mind is also messed up and I overthink a lot but for example, I’m the type of person who talks to themselves. Like I talk to myself all the time in my head, i feel like I’m always thinking, always in my head, I think before I say stuff to make sure that what I say isn’t weird or whatever.

I repeat in my head what I’m going to say but often I silently panic and I swallow bc it feels like something is in my throat before I just spit it out {what I’m going to say}

like I can’t really journal because i just tend to talk to myself in my head. Like when I’m going through something hard, I often want to message my friend to tell them about it but when I’m not able to text them bc I don’t have my phone,— I always say the stuff in my head? Like I’m literally texting in my head lmaoo?😭

I do struggle with putting my emotions into words tho, like ik what im feeling but I can’t explain it to others❤️

Diary of unspoken words 🔏🧸

I talk to my feelings like old friends, scribbling their names in the margins of my mind. Each thought, a sentence perfectly formed, a secret confession written without a word.

My head is a diary, its pages filled with all the things I’ll never say. I explain myself so well in here— each feeling wrapped in clarity, a polished gem I hold to the light.

But when I try to speak, the ink vanishes, and the perfect thoughts become tangled threads, knots too tight for my mouth to undo.

In my mind, everything is clear, but outside, all is silence. The words stay locked away, safe between the lines where no one can see.

{diary of unspoken words by me, moonysprettypoison}

I am nothing if not hungry—yearning, craving, obsessively devoted. This is the love I seek: consuming, unrelenting, a fire that ignites and consumes us whole.

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

Andrea Gibson

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whenever i see the moon it’s like ok i want six blurry pictures of that on my phone so bad

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”

"Would you peel an orange for me?"

I would peel a pomegranate for you.

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

Wounds of the Earth

— by xis.lanyx

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.

Art by Essi Välimäki

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