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I overthink because I know how replaceable I am. I’m no one’s first choice or anything special to someone, I am nothing.

sorry for everything. it’s difficult for me to be consistent if i’m not motivated enough or if i feel like i’ve run out of ideas. i love minecraft, but i can only play so much of it before i burn out and not play for like a year or two. then i start playing it again. it’s a cycle i guess

i’m sad tonight, how’re you? ✨

Loving this @elfzhoulondon incredible creation. Perfect for any lingerie super hero. ‍♀️ I am a bit

Loving this @elfzhoulondon incredible creation. Perfect for any lingerie super hero. ‍♀️ I am a bit late but I am working on my trend reports and review of my experience at the @lingerieswimwearparis_shows . This has been a very interesting experience and I loved meeting people from all over the world. Somehow even with all our differences it’s kind of magical how we can relate to each other. It won’t be the last time I come. Hopefully next time I can meet even more lingerie lovelies!
#grateful #overwhelmed #fashionshow #tradeshow #salondelalingerie #sil2019 #indiedesigner #elfzhoulondon #blogger #press #parisfashion #parisfashionweek #trend #frenchblogger (à Paris Expo Porte de Versailles)
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Fifteen minutes on the treadmill. It’s better than nothing. And, if you have no gas in the tank, it’

Fifteen minutes on the treadmill. It’s better than nothing. And, if you have no gas in the tank, it’s okay to do nothing. But, if you can manage, pick one activity and do it for 10-15 minutes. We need all the endorphins we can get right now. #youareenough #running #treadmill #selfaffirmation #quarantine #overwhelmed #tired #stilltrying
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“Sometimes, life is fucking hard. It’s unforgivable and ruthless. I know it’s not supposed to be easy, but I can’t help but to think about the what if’s. What if my life could somehow change into something else? What if people who used to be close to me came back? What if. What if. What if.

Destructive and intrusive thoughts keep me awake at night. My mind replays the past over and over and over again. Places I wish I could go back to. People I wish to talk to again. Memories to drown myself in. Moments as a teenager, whether good or bad, to find solace again. What if I could revisit those times? What would I do? What if. What if. What if.

Sometimes I wish I could talk to those I still love. Old friends. Old lovers. Distant family. I still care about people who’ve done me wrong. It must be the way that I’m wired because I still care about all those who’ve entered and left my life. What if I could talk to them again? What would I say? What would they say? What if. What if. What if.”

—S.V//What If//@sempiternal.poet on Instagram

Everything spills right out of me
Unable to hold anything inside
It is funny with that so called poetry
It flows out there when all I want is to hide

All at once is parts from my overflowing mind
Leaving me unable to filter out what’s better left unseen
Indeed that so called poetry is one of its kind
Having me struggle to figure out what my very own words really mean

Attempting to contain my emotion riddled clusters
Failing to structure that chaos breaking out
Caught up in all that whispering blusters
That conjure a cacophony, unbearably loud.

The past year and half has been overwhelming. With the isolation that came along with the pandemic, the divisive nature of conversations online, and Sean and I moving halfway across the country, it’s just been a lot. I have been doing my best to work through it all, but I have to be honest, I am not feeling my best. I am burnt out and need to find new ways to better care for myself, which is what I am doing now. I only shared this because I hope that anyone out there who is feeling similarly knows that they aren’t alone, and nothing is wrong with us for feeling this way. It’s been a tough 18 months, and I think it’s normal for us to struggle as we work through it. 

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When it rains, it pours

“In a dream you saw a way to survive and were full of joy.”

I feel hopeless, exhausted, and alone. I’m turning 29 in 3 weeks, and I’m just tired of it all. Toiling away at a job where I feel so fucking lost, out of place, and just altogether overwhelmed - all for a paycheck that purports to fund this pitiful excuse of a life. Because what else does my life consist of apart from work?

I crave intimacy. I need a shoulder to cry on. I want someone to let me vent and scream and hold me, so that maybe I won’t have to cry myself to sleep tonight. I need friends at work and outside of work that I can vent to. Commiserate with. Because isn’t that what makes all of the shit that life throws at you bearable: the knowledge that you’re don’t have to do it alone? I want to fall in love. I want to be in love. I want the joy, the longing and yes, the pain of love. At this point, I’d settle for lust, even unrequited love. A crush. I haven’t felt anything for anyone in over four years - how the fuck does that even happen? I miss how I used to be. Often, easily, and deeply infatuated. I used to fall hard. I miss that feeling, even if it was mostly a lie. Perhaps these things evolve with age. Like once you start to interact with these boys men and realize that for the most part, they ain’t shit, maybe it hardens you. So you’re not as easily swayed the next time.

Finally, as I titled this post, when it rains, it pours. So of course while I’m struggling to deal with all of shit, my health has taken a turn for the worse. Without getting into too much detail, I’m kind of worried. I’m following up on it, quietly saying a prayer. And hoping I’ll all be okay.

deeperinmypower:picoperversions:kn0wy0u:Elizabeth Gillies@kn0wy0uSomething’s not right, Pa

deeperinmypower:

picoperversions:

kn0wy0u:

Elizabeth Gillies
@kn0wy0u

Something’s not right, Paul thought, slowly eyeing Elizabeth as she stood in the corner and surveyed the party. She seemed entirely too confident, entirely too aware, entirely too…present. After the weeks of training videos and subliminal messages he had sent her, she should have been off in her own world; instead, she seemed to be the most knowledgeable person in the room, seeing every single thing around her and catching things that anyone else would have missed.

“Hello, Paul,” she said, flashing a small smile as he approached her. When he opened his mouth, she cut him off. “Don’t speak,” she commanded, and immediately Paul closed his mouth. His eyes widened, and he swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling very small and insignificant in comparison to Elizabeth.

“I owe you my gratitude,” she said, addressing Paul without looking at him. “I’ve always felt just a little bit different, but something in those tapes you sent unlocked something deep inside of me.”

Elizabeth spoke for a while, talking about power and destiny, but Paul couldn’t keep up with her. He found himself growing more and more distracted with her beauty, to the point where he was openly staring at her. At some point–he couldn’t tell when–he kneeled before Her; when he realized that he was on his knees, he wondered why he had ever been on his feet in the first place.

When Elizabeth was finished speaking, She turned to the kneeling Paul, resting Her hand on top of his head. “You’ll help, won’t you?”

Paul’s response came immediately. Nothing in the world mattered at all next to the possibility that he might get to assist Elizabeth in some way. “I’ll do anything for You, Goddess Elizabeth.”

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if something so good is meant to be, then why do I feel like it’s going to fall through my fingertips like the water that drips down in the sink after touching your body? is this sadness coming from a portion of me that is afraid of losing you or am I just succumbed to the doom of an unhappy life?

pronunciation | ‘nU-mi-nusnote | The word originated in religious usage, but it can be applied

pronunciation | ‘nU-mi-nus
note | The word originated in religious usage, but it can be applied to natural experiences as well as supernatural. It can also mean “suggesting the presence of something holy or divine”.


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