“Do Not Confuse My Bad Days As A Sign Of Weakness. Those Are Actually The Days I’m Fighting The Hardest.”

“Do not confuse my bad days as a sign of weakness. Those are actually the days I’m fighting the hardest.”

— Unknown

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1 year ago

I take a photo with the old camera out of my mum’s drawer

A quick shot of life

One short silent depiction of how I view the world

I like the old films

Colours not too bright

I’m not good at photography either

Smudged pictures on 15mm

Too orange, too yellow, too bright

I like looking at people, like capturing how life is for them

I don’t like being near them

I like myself on black and white film

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1 year ago

“One day she remembered that it wasn’t her job to make everyone happy.”

— Robin Lee

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1 year ago

Potential

Hush

Too far, too wide, too fast

Not yet

Don’t go

Don’t, won’t

Don’t, can’t

Not now

Beware

Hush now

Haven’t done, won’t do

Couldn’t do, won’t do

What can I do?

Can’t do

And can’t and can’t and can’t

I’m scared

Don’t ask

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1 year ago

— Mary Oliver, from Blue Horses, "Little Crazy Love Song"

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1 year ago

Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"

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10 months ago

Tightrope Walker

I’m struggling,

Stumbling like a failing tightrope walker

I turn and want to blame someone

For sabotaging the rope,

For distracting me

But there’s no one but me

I abandoned safety net and balancing pole

Instead there’s darkness waiting should I fall

There’s no way of knowing what’s down there

Should I tumble, would I crack?

Should I fall, would I break?

Should I jump, would I

Die

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11 months ago