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call me yutro. they/he, mid 20s, eastern european. i like poetry. comics sideblog: @boyfridged

Don’t be an actor. God observes you violent in a scene and, thinking it is real, mistakenly adds you to Hell. This happens all the time. It’s like when I traveled across eight states in shattering pain to curl beside L as she left this Earth, only to later have a dream I’d instead stayed home eating fruit cups and sewing a patch on my jeans. I didn’t know a dream could undo a true event, uncement it, but it did—from then on, I hadn’t gone, and how do I live with myself now, I ask each day—

"Finally, Some Concrete Career Advice", Natalie Shapero, Stay Dead

You want me to celebrate my mother? The thing that - (cuts off; swallows thickly) the thing that I - (abruptly turns to the audience) I have always felt that a terrible specter haunts my waking moments.

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“I can’t focus on the good things. There are good things going on all around me, but I don’t trust them. I can’t make use of them, don’t have the time for them; I’m too preoccupied with my precious panic. It seems to be demanding almost all of my attention. My own personal private collection of panic.”

The Princess Diarist, Carrie Fisher