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-Leda

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Hello everyone!

I haven’t posted in a long time, how are you all?

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I haven’t posted here in a while, eh.

I’ve been really extra upset lately. So I’ve been trying to occupy my time, but it doesn’t always work.

I’m just sick of feeling this way.

~Leda

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"It’s too hard for me to tell people that I lost feelings for them, so I keep them around and act like a complete asshole and hope that they leave me. My actions always have to do all the talking because I can never get the right words out. I have a fear of dissapointing people." - Valerie Sky

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Letter to self.

It’s been a long time since I saw you smile.

You know, the kind of warmth that you can feel colliding between your bones.
The kind feeling that infects you, like a virus. And fills you up until you tip over and watch it all pour out.
It’s been quite a while since I saw you happy.
Actually happy.

And maybe it’s fear that sets you back,
That fear of losing yourself all over again.
The process of going through every tree in every village, looking through every apple until you find the perfect few,
Wrapping it all up ever so carefully only to watch the worms and parasites eat away to the core.

But you’ve got to let go. I think you’ve been too hard on yourself.
Because before you know it, your world will be over,
The rivers will evaporate,
The soil will erode,
The clouds will disintergrate,
And you will be alone forever if you stay this way.

You gotta let it go.

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kiiittenn:

Hey everyone? This is my mother, Corina. I know we both look tired and restless and awkward, but damn… Isn’t she just beautiful? Even though we get in fights, disagree, yell and cry, my mother is an amazing woman. She knows how to make me smile, and even though I pretend like I don’t, I love it when she calls me by old nicknames and teases me. She’s not home a lot, but everytime she is, I love when we go out to movies, or go shopping. Every moment we spend together is always one to be remembered. I love this picture because we’re both so raw, tired and makeup-less with messy hair. We’re both just human, and seeing my mother this way reminds me that she has feelings and dreams. I love thinking of her that way, and I love the conversations we have when even for a moment, she acts like a teenage girl.
My mother is very much a reason I’m still around. She found a note I had written to one my friends and never given, about how my depressed was terrible lately and I just didn’t feel like being around anymore. I got off the bus, walked through the front door, and she called me upstairs. She was sitting on her bed, with the note and tears in her eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hurt. She hugged me tightly and we talked for a really, really long time. She told me, suddenly, something I won’t forget.
“Leda, I love you. I know things hurt and I know it feels hopeless, but… you’re my baby. You’re my baby.”
And I am. I realized then, fully, I could never ever leave her and hurt her that way. Never. My mom is one of the reasons I’m still going and I will forever be grateful to her for giving me a life, giving me a home. She’s the most amazing woman I have ever met. I’m so jealous of her beauty and her perspective on life.
I love you, mom.

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