A glowstick needs to be broken a few times before it can glow.
fuck me ded suffocating and corroding from anger. do i have to cycle the fuck out of here
Day five thoughts:
-even though I didn’t get any of my goals done yesterday, I still feel okay. It was still a good day
-I feel like repeatedly putting it on here that I didn’t get certain goals done is helping me feel motivated to push myself to do them. So here’s hoping 🤞
-it’s a little harder make time for other things I want to put on my goals lists, like exercise, because it’s dark by the time I get home from work and dark when I wake up. And I want to go on walks because this is the only kind of weather I like to go outside in, but I don’t really like the idea of walking in the dark. I’m trying to think of some way around this…
How unsurprising for the British media to not try show any support for Meghan Markle and Prince Harry after their miscarriage… and how clear it is that they are estranged from Harry’s side of the family when they refused to lay flowers down for them on memorial day, despite knowing that they’ve already been going through it. It’s crystal clear how the narrative is only to attack the two
seriously considering reading the second two books of his dark materials purely because of that article connecting it to lucretius
Aún si hubiéramos aceptado nuestras culpas por separado,
Lo cierto era que no estábamos listos para cumplir las expectativas que falsamente le dimos al otro.
Mentimos en aquello que decíamos ofrecer y al final no estábamos preparados para la formalidad.
La vida siempre se ha encargado de evitar las vueltas cuando algo no es.
La soledad nos hizo apresurarnos, pues terminamos escogiendo del carajo a quién ocuparía el otro lado de la cama.
Afortunadamente hay errores, que aunque no tan bien justificados, nos han hecho terminar aquello que nunca debió comenzar.
Standing at the garden gates,
I look for your trace.
I know that you won’t come around,
But I do it just for our sake.
I feel like I betrayed you,
I don’t know why I feel this way?
You’re not even mine now,
What’s the use of feeling the pain?
I wish you just said the words,
That I could never say.
But now there’s nothing left.
Just the piercing voice that it was just a mistake.
I’m sitting on the edge of the cliff, I’m searching for myself in this messy world.