mothercain:

mothercain:

doing past life regressions just to watch my husband die from tuberculosis on our tobacco farm

i drag him out the screen door and down the front porch steps, he says he wants to stare at the sky as he dies. i don’t know the first thing about farming tobacco. 

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mothercain:

why dont you try making up a delusion or private world and go live in it and maybe you’ll calm down 

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allsadnshit:

What if I told you you’re already good enough for everything you want right now

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shi-saa:

May 25, 1929
Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931  [volume 4]

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scuzer:

Yeah I was embarrassing when I was 15 who isn’t. Was also Embarrassing at 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. Last week. Yesterday

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