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  • constants aren’t so constant anymore

    constants aren’t so constant anymore

    the constants aren’t so constant anymoretwo days i wait forcalls to come thoughtonight for me translates to yesterday to you

    Danah D.

    October 22, 2020
    poetry + prose
    depression, emotions, feelings, nostalgia, prose, reflections, thoughts, writers, writing
  • letting go of what we can’t control

    letting go of what we can’t control

    A great struggle we face as humans is how to let go of things we’re unable to control. We’ve been taught that letting go of control goes directly against our modernized, industrialized way of living — after all, we always strive to remain the architects of our destiny. That’s what I learned growing up from…

    Danah D.

    April 21, 2020
    mental health
    anxiety, anxious, depression, fear, mental health, mental health awareness, writer, writers
  • learning to slow down in life

    learning to slow down in life

    I use to think that the closer we get to our thirties, the more “serious” we should start acting and viewing our lives. It’s also been a period in life that I’ve generally been afraid of reaching, out of fear of not being where I “should” be or not having achieved certain milestones — at…

    Danah D.

    April 18, 2020
    mental health, ramblings
    anxiety, mental health, mental health awareness, mental illness, self care, self love
  • what haunted me

    what haunted me

    You’re better off in the clouds as we fade Barely leaving a semblance of What we thought it meant to grow up When things don’t get better No, things don’t get better, just different

    Danah D.

    January 22, 2020
    poetry + prose, words
    feelings, heartbreak, poetry, relationship, thoughts, writer, writers
  • just like that

    just like that

    i was sitting with my legs half bent and my head rested against your chest as you brushed your hand across my skin. i whispered to you, “i’m glad you’ve let me in,” and then you leaned in and kissed me like you meant it. we can keep our hesitations as long as we ditch…

    Danah D.

    January 12, 2020
    poetry + prose, words
    poems, poetry, proses
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