I’ve spent long stretches of my life wondering why I, my person, myself wasn’t worth a 1/6 of the time or effort that people spent pouring into other things. Other tasks. Important tasks. Material, worldly, utterly replaceable things. I’m 35 now and I don’t think it will ever stop hurting when I notice it and I don’t think I’ll ever understand how that works. I don’t think I’d want to.
Posted 1 month ago & Filed under observation need more wines please, 6 notes
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boat with you too ammo. i dont...to, but im not sure id be able to handle it if i did....
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