xiv. airplane ride from msp to atl: thoughts

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airplane ride from msp to atl: thoughts.

august 6, 2017.

10:53 pm.


so, so pretty by LANY came on during the flight home from MN and i'm like thousands of meters in the air when it hit me that nothing is ever going to be the same for any of us and we impacted eachother in such intricate and incredible ways even if it was just small stuff.  

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i was taught from a young age not to cry. my mother would yell and i would cry, so she yelled louder. my mother would hit and i would cry. and she'd only tell me that crying solved nothing. she made me strong in the worst of ways, she made me strong in the best of them. Those things are still to be determined. (i see some girls with these amazing relationships with their mothers and i always felt awful, as if i didn't love my mother enough or vice versa; i think i was just raised on tough love... and now i'm emotionally stunted, thanks mama)

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not talking for a few hours throws me into some god-awful introspection so maybe i talk a shit ton because of that.

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something about being in the air, staring out at the clouds and sprawling light-maps of cities - trying to figure out where you are - listening to music and being surrounded strangers, leaning your head against a below-zero cold window as the sky turns from color to color, whatever it pleases according to the perfectly times and set conditions : something about that gets me feeling everything i never allow myself to.

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