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I hate that he says hi after 2 years, and I'm right back to daydreaming about laughter in a sunlit kitchen. I hate that so much.

I will make this life large, beautiful and eventful. I will live. I will live. I will live.

The war in Sudan has reached its 10th month. The war has been met with a global indifference or there has been no desire to act from many world leaders.

8 million people have fled their homes and millions of Sudanese people have emergency food insecurity, with 5 million people on the brink of famine. even the neighbouring country Chad has had to declare a food insecurity emergency due to the mass amount of Sudanese people that have fled to Chad. (By no fault of their own of course)

Faced with a media blackout which is over a week at this point we need to continue to amplify the voices and plight of the Sudanese people.

#freesudan till it’s backwards 🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩

High key wanna see butterflies

I hope you love something as much as that person's brother loves chocolate milk.

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Last year I wrote wants rather than resolutions. I liked the piece so this time I sat and wrote whatever came to mind, until I wrote 'end', which felt like a natural place to, well,

His name still hurts.

I am so in love with him, and he makes me feel so small. I know I should let go, I'd be so lonely even if he gave me the title. I need romance, I need safety. I need so much more than costume sex, and a couple of hangouts. But, God the hurt of it all. Am I grieving the loss of him? Or, the death of the hopeful girl in me? I know I'll never be the same...but I gotta let go. I gotta let go.

i want my blog to be super positive, pink, and cute 💗🩰🧘‍♀️

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And, if we're to share ten thousand meals, darling I hope it's in laughter.

Spreadsheets and "making a living" are getting in the way of my joy. I want to surf, drink coffee and get ripped. I want to meditate, read books and have conversations about tea being the elixir of life. I want to walk barefoot in dense forests and know each flower by name and I mean binomial nomenclature name. I have no interest in sitting in another meeting where we get nothing done and say nothing because people are throwing their weight around. I want to dabble in alchemy. You people are wasting my years, and my patience is so close to zero.

Please beloved, we're no longer giving anyone this kind of power.

Don't allow others to consume you. If they don't call, go to sleep. If they don't message you, put away your phone & have a good day. If they are distant and refuse to tell you what's wrong, go home and do something fun. You live for yourself first. They are secondary.

If anyone else screams at me about my brain power I'll upper cut them. I want to drink wine, eat bread and grow flowers. And maybe...if God is feeling generous, dance in a sun-lit kitchen with a man whose eyes resemble "melting silver" with a really warm body, and the softest rough hands in all of middle earth.

It takes a minute. Everything takes a minute. It doesn't register for a while, but God I hope you have time. I hope you have time.

Sir, I'm all bra wires and FUPA. Cheesecake is the way to my heart.

Short note for my mid 20 somethings. I feel like I’m stagnating and that’s hard. I feel like I hit my peak 5 years ago. I feel aimless and hopeless and lost. I feel constantly drained. I am measuring my self worth based on how much money I can earn a year and what I say to people when they ask me what I’m doing. At the moment, nothing. I’m doing nothing. I’m unemployed and exhausted by it. I’m tired and tired and tired. I’m trying to remind myself that I’m more than this moment right now. I’m trying to remind myself that there is light and someday I’ll be bathed in it.

Suffering is so lonely. We can talk about it, learn to laugh about it and pat each other's backs about it. But, suffering is so tangibly lonely.

The universe is leaving pretty Korean boys on my path like bread crumbs to lure me into the Kdrama forest.

You can get changed now. Take your time. Gosh. The shirt is too big.

I lived through many seasons of Japril being broken up. Yi-Jin and Hee-do are just a test. I can live with this. There is still time. Red threads of fate, and whatnot. This will not break me.

I changed jobs, shed people, got a whole new set of daily habits, started journaling again and I am doing some of the things I really want to do, but have never made time for. But, I can still feel my mind being pulled in a thousand different directions, like whatever was wrong is still wrong. My heart is still shrinking, I get quieter by the day, the level of disinterest in me is unbelievable. The nightmares persist, I'm dreaming of drowning again. Same spiral.

I don't know what to tell you kid, put your barefeet on the cold grass and let the sun touch your cheek bones and eyelids. You'll live. You'll live.

For years I've been meaning to read A Thousand Splendid Suns. It broke my heart man. This little girl was just born to suffer. That's all she did. She suffered, and then she died.

And, you read quotes and snippets of a book and you think "ow this seems happy-ending-y I'll save it for strange strips of my life." And, then it wrecks you, freaking vivisection the whole thing.

No one is having as much fun as Margot Robbie rn. No one.

Broken post for a wholesome man

I found this camera on the subway and look what was inside...

What's all this food-related guilt about?

Okay...all boards out. Starting afresh.