Soviet swimmer Maria Havrish congratulates her rival Elena Kovalenko, who defeated her in the breaststroke competition at the Spartakiad of the Peoples of the USSR in Moscow, 1956
i felt left out my whole life. i just wanted to be enough. smart enough. sick enough. good enough. evil enough. talented enough. tortured enough. kind enough. in pain enough. attractive enough. depressed enough. loved enough. manipulative enough. enough something, anything. i just wanted to belong, and i still don’t, and even if i do… it’s not enough. and even if i am going to be… it will not be enough.
In some part of the afterlife, you spend a year in a field full of fireflies while eating honeydew and dancing with the one you loved most in the life before, and nothing ever hurts.
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