“If you hear people from my past speak of me. Keep in mind they are speaking of a person they don’t even know any more.”
— Unknown
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“““You’re not a monster,” I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.””
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— Ocean Vuong, from “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous”
i feel like all i do is watch people and notice all the beautiful things about them and try to understand them fully and no one does that for me … sometimes i feel like i’m just a mirror to reflect people back to themselves. a vessel for love and that’s it… i make everyone else into poetry and no one else sees me the way i see them it’s so depressing
my asexuality is best described as the minecraft 1.17 update
“caves and cliffs” but without the caves and cliffs
what if i just
this whole “never repeat outfits” shit is not working for me. i get attached to one oversized sweater and that’s all you’ll see me in for a week
"don't worry about how other people perceive you" okay but like how they treat me is frequently determined by how they perceive me and I would prefer people be niceys to me