On nights when I sit by myself
I can feel the darkness creep out of me. Where the looming thoughts of failure, infidelity, and the vastness of becoming forever lost attack me. I sit in my nightmare. And although there is light, I am surrounded by darkness. When even the sliver of light under the door; the hope, is just not enough.
When all I can really do is stare at my hands and pray for breath. Pray that I won’t be eaten alive.
-emmy
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I am afraid that once I lose these last 20-30 pounds…I will still never ever be happy. That this will be me.
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227I love how you can see him in all of these. Note the handles of the goblet.
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Clementine: This is it, Joel. It’s going to be gone soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?
Joel: Enjoy it.
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“Little things that make me happy: a good book.”
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14530It amazes me how slowly some people read.
I know that sounds bitchy…but I have always read fast and sometimes it is just like “What the hell are you doing? Memorizing the page?!?”
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