ALL THE LIES I’VE TOLD TO PROTECT MYSELF
(from myself)
it would hurt more to let it out / stars can see you too / everyone feels the same / all subjective, everything / it matters / it doesn’t / add another layer and it’ll be perfect / time will never run out / it’s simple / this is the last time / we can stay here / nothing is different / no one has a stroke at twenty-three / permanence doesn’t exist / you’re invincible / no one is looking at you / you’re invisible / he would not only approve of, but love this / your life is the only one that’s real / happiness only grows over time / they don’t hurt like you do / everyone has cold hands / they understand / just pretend it’s not there, so it’s not / teeth won’t break that easily / this is as good as it gets / it will be warm forever / everyone can see it / no one wants to
— ODH
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Olivia Dodge
23 | Chicago
ig: l1vyzzzz & lntlmate
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I am whoever you want
May 15, 2:20am So I’ll be the friend who proofreads your emails, and the one to mediate an argument to which I have no ties, and the one who makes a present instead of buying it. I’ll be somebody you like, you invite to everything but don’t expect to show up, and I’ll be there if the crackling in my legs hasn’t gone through vessels and veins. I’ll be the friend who takes photos from different angles and deletes the bad ones, and I won’t tell you that the sun makes your skin look like sorbet, or how I never wanted to write your resignation or give away that necklace for your special occasion. I’ll be someone who adores you for the time spent together, wishes you happy birthday and tries to mean it, and I’ll be the one to give you advice that needs deciphering when all you wanted was enablement. You’ll keep me around because you like how my brain works, and I’ll keep you around because I don’t have a desire to change in any real way. We’ll keep each other for future reference and reach out with a blessing once a month, and I won’t answer your calls because I’m massaging the muscles in my thighs and trying to remember how to walk again.
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If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
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I sometimes feel like this and then other times things work out, this morning something was concerning me a lot and then there was an unexpected development that sorted everything for me. Big hugs