Yes please. So sleep-deprived I have troubles adhering to tangible office reality today…
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Yep, this is me 99% of the time. But totally worth it.
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..right…having a great day…love this gal…
You said you won’t break my heart
Unless you do
You said you won’t fall apart
Until the end
Did we travel all this way
Just to survive?
Did you stay another day?
We could survive
All the sinners and the saints
Move in the same direction
They walk in place
Until the end
Ramble on this barren place
We call our home
Dreams of endless landscapes
Morphing in love
Yes, a million times yes.
Especially when you always choose them and not yourself.
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‘Forever sorry’, he wrote tonight. After eight months of silence. After leaving me on New Year’s Eve and letting his wife deal with me.
‘So sorry I failed you and didn’t give you what you needed’ says my divorcing man on the other hand. But no change follows, no action ever. Pain and anger piled up turned me into an abusive banshee, guilt and shame the prisons of a lifetime. I know I failed too.
I am tired. Very tired. I am sorry too. I am sorry the whole fucking time, begging, offering, asking for a way to mend things instead of mending myself…I can’t do it anymore. You either love me or you don’t. I am worth fighting for or I am not. My monstrous violent parts included. They are the ones that need more love.
First day back at work. As usual, after spending some time in my homeland, I feel completely displaced and ripped apart in this country.
Thank you Tumblr for this picture, a sweet reminder and one of my favourite words.
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