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Why Does the Idea of Being Cheated On Trigger Me So Much?
Written mid-spiral, while comparing myself to girls who don’t even know I exist. .·:·:·:·:·:..·:·:·:·:·:..·:·:·:·:·:. I’ve never been cheated on. But the idea of it feels like it would…
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What If I Had Been Untouched?
Written after having the need to apply lotion to my eczema-ridden, chapped hands. ╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ There are days I look at myself and wonder who I could’ve been.…
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healing confuses me a little
Written after the walls didn’t work anymore. Looping Married in Mount Airy. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · I am in the healthiest relationship I’ve ever been…
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Working From Home Wasn’t Meant for Someone Like Me
Written in the silence of a room that used to be a home, now just a workspace. Working from home sounded ideal at first. For someone just starting…
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grief just sits sometimes
Grief doesn’t always come in storms. Sometimes it arrives like lukewarm tea and stays on your table. Not a flood, not a scream, just a dull presence. I…
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no reflection left in my eyes?
Written after getting home late with a backpack full of shit and a heart that feels a little too empty. Humming I look into your eyes but I…
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You can call me Celestica. This space is where I leave behind the things I don’t know how to carry. Pieces of writing, photographs, poems, and states of mind that never fully left. Welcome.
