#winenight

#winenight

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When we’re not in love we’re miserable wishing we were in love, and when we are in love we’re miserable that love isn’t enough.

Elektra Luxx (2010)

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cosryan:

This is not just an excellent and poignant way of depicting the stigma and lack of understanding surrounding depression, but also of many other disorders that people can’t see; bipolar, schizophrenia, ME, CFS, fibromyalgia. Just because our disorders are invisible does not mean they’re not there.

cosryan:

This is not just an excellent and poignant way of depicting the stigma and lack of understanding surrounding depression, but also of many other disorders that people can’t see; bipolar, schizophrenia, ME, CFS, fibromyalgia. Just because our disorders are invisible does not mean they’re not there.

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jgalleguez:

Disappointed sloth is disappointed

jgalleguez:

Disappointed sloth is disappointed

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Partially Mad and Marginally Attractive: Missing the Arms of a Young Guy

austinleighpryfogle:

This poem was written in the spring of 2008 during my freshmen semester of college.


The times we spent lying in your bed

I dream of them

Of our bodies entangled

Happily confused

But now, I’m alone

Craving a touch

A kiss

Anything to live up to

the…

Reaching Back in Time

austinleighpryfogle:

Freshmen year in college came with a huge change in myself, I wanted so fiercely to differentiate the new me from the old girl back at home that I was willing to do anything.  

I have no regrets for the decisions I made because they made me who I am today.  I will say that my forays into promiscuity were not my proudest moments, but I can look back, laugh, and know that I learned something.

I recently looked back at my writing from that year and found a story influenced by my experience that first time.  To help myself though, I looked at the situation from what might have been the boys perspective.  He was a young man just as lost as I was in the world, searching for something to escape into, something that wasn’t him.  This is his story.

I am a fuckup.  Don’t worry.  If I didn’t say it, someone else would.  I am a failure.  But it really doesn’t matter all that much.  In the world I live in, I am a god.  In our bubble, I am a king.  But among the raucous youth of this world, among the peers that thrive in debauchery as mold does in moist, warm air, I am searching for something more.  I’m not sure what more is, but I want it. 

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Reflections on Home

austinleighpryfogle:

When I think of what it was like to grow up in North Carolina, the first thing I remember was the tortuous nature of being the new kid.  From day one, I blindly hoped that one day there would be a home for me among all those around me.  They seemed so normal in comparison to the world I had grown up in.  They didn’t ride their bikes to school the long way to avoid riding past the skinny, slimy pedophile two doors down, or buy their clothes on sale at Old Navy outlets on Black Friday because the neon orange capris were suddenly discounted to four dollars. 

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