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Aesthetic

★ՏօʍҽԵíʍҽՏ it hurts so much not to cry when you have to hold it inside you and it hurts so much to be in a crowed room
and you have to hold it in because if she sees you 
crying she'll know it's because she stomped on your chest 
and caused your heart to deflate like a lazy balloon and 
in that moment you feel so alone and 
empty 
and so you start to cry. 
And everyone consoles you and pats you on the back and tells you it'll be okay 
but this isn't what you wanted 
it wasn't supposed to happen like this 
"no no no leave me alone 
just stop 
I'm fine I have allergies jesus." 
And crying doesn't fit your aesthetic, 
emotion doesn't fit your aesthetic, 
love doesn't fit your aesthetic. So you get your shit together. 
You go to the bathroom and you wash your face and you get your shit тσgєтнєя and you fix your makeup 
because runny mascara does not fit your aesthetic 
and neither does 
հҽɑɾԵҍɾҽɑƘ.★

օԵհҽɾ
ԵմʍҍӀɾ ɑϲϲօմղԵ @íʍժօղҽʍƘ 
íղՏԵɑ ɑϲϲօմղԵ @_Տհ00ƘҽԵհ_