24 | she/her | florida | 🏳️🌈 | neurodivergent
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I mostly use this blog to share mental health posts and aesthetic photos, but please feel free to reach out to me about anything!
btw i am a filthy league of legends enjoyer, please do not start talking to me about it because i will not shut up
“Beef” is about so many fucking things, but ultimately it’s about the hardship of being human, the ultimate disappointment and disillusionment that you go through year after year when things don’t go your way and you’re miserable or when everything goes your way and you’re still miserable. When you think you’re living life right but you’re still so fucking unhappy and NOTHING fills the void that spasms inside of you and and and because of this feeling, that life isn’t what you thought it was going to be, the rage pot boils and it boils over and it spills onto everything.
And fuck fuck fuck, it’s about two people who are so disconnected from everyone else in their life because of this feeling that the only person they connect to toxically is each other, because this rage is known, this misery is shared, and even though it’s so fucking destructive, at least it’s not lonely anymore.
'the mortifying ordeal of being known' what about the comforting joy of being understood
calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.
Oh no.... not my bed and my pillows and my blankies..... sure would suck if I.... got snug as a bug in there.... whatever would I do......
god i love coming home and being at home and sitting inside my home and staying home
on things we can’t get back
mary oliver flare \ anne sextion a self-portrait in letters \ joseph lorusso \ leonard cohen lover lover lover \ anne sexton a self-portrait in letters \ barbara kroll \ anne sexton eighteen days without you: love poems \ celia paul
The right person will know how to hold your love. The right person will choose you just as deeply as you choose them. You will not have to quiet the way you care, you will never feel like you are too much. You will not have to beg for the love you deserve. One day, you will be met where you are. One day, you will be someone's favorite thing, and you will not be confused — you will not feel like you are fighting for someone who isn't fighting for you. One day, you will understand that it never mattered how tightly you held on to the wrong people, how intensely you tried, because the right people were always going to find you. The right people were always going to stay.
Bianca Sparacino
