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waking up every day is like. good morning sun. good morning sky. good morning ever-growing festering pit of primordial rage inside of me. good morning birds.
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quantum disco* (remastered)
It is possible to make no mistakes and still lose. Telling one’s story over and over again is a way to hold on to grief about the past or a narrative that places blame on others. I am not dramatic, uncooperative, abusive or dumb by nature, I am just reacting & trying my best to … Read morequantum disco* (remastered)
It’s a hell of a feeling though
Nadine was telling me why walking away was tricky. “It’ll be okay, though”, she explained. “You two got entangled because it is easy. You’re so alike and he validates your quirks and you his. Remember when we watched that film? “Spooky action at a distance?” Whatever. You’ll stay emotionally connected no matter how much time … Read moreIt’s a hell of a feeling though
the block universe
We usually forget that we do have a choice. Some situations may be out of our control, but our thoughts are our own. We either let it break us or make us better. I am understanding that I have an obsession with time. Time is an illusion, I know this. I have heard it said … Read morethe block universe
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though i can honestly say i did not know what my emotions were capable of until i felt love n[]>n[] where “n” equals h4w+n355 in [insert name of h4w+n355 unit] I can tell I am getting tired when I begin BLATANTLY speaking in Algebra, instead of just using it to diagram … Read moreᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢⁱˣᵗᵉᵉⁿ