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1 year ago
My bell jar, my morning in the burned house.
The bird and the key were waiting for this. Now I’ve completed my story. I don’t expect anyone to understand. The viability of loss. The need to lose things. I am building myself by letting things go.
And cheers if you got the Margaret Atwood reference. :)
(Submitted by Pilar Pedrosa Pilar.)
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My Valentine’s present to myself done by http://www.ohashleylove.com/. No meaning behind it. Just a fun tattoo.
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At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours would eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.
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