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today is a good day to die on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/21526127
Miaou.
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n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
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“Every day, you fail. Every day, you fail. Every day, you disappoint me.”
***
“Yes, the green beans were cooked well. Speaking of well, do you feel well, Chey?”
[heart starts pounding, breathing increases, nervous energy starts flowing]
“Yes?”
“Are you sure? I mean, you know, are you well.”
[a long pause, trying to sort out which answer won’t result in my mother saying hurtful words and I break down again]
“Yes? I feel fine. I’m well.”
“Cheyenne, we’re worried. You sleep all the time. I walk by and you start crying, but you never tell me why. You can’t remember anything. You seem so out of it.”
***
Should I be well when my mother hates every single thing I do?
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I’ve been helping my cousin move these past few days (which means I can dance around my room all I please now), and I’ve been imagining my future French apartments. I actually only really like the ceilings and coziness of this picture, but it made me dream of my little Parisian apartment even more. And to think I turned down an opportunity to live and go to school there :/
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