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i wonder if my ops stalk my tumblr

[abadinstinct]

I was born from pain.

it’ll pass,

Cuz as a woman my agony is vain.

To speak my truth is to be considered insane

and I could pen it down but alas,

I was born from pain.

To be meek, I’ll hush my brain.

Harboring all that you harass,

cuz as a woman my agony is vain.

Respect is something I’ll never gain

an eternal turmoil I can't get past.

I was born from pain.

As I’m turned to ash my genitals will be all that remain,

like burning passions and ambition never last,

cuz as a woman my agony is vain.

But you’d rather snort beauty like cocaine,

and tear me up like a nice piece of ass.

I was born from pain,

cuz as a woman my agony is vain.

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I can find solace in similar strangers.

But none of them fill silence

quite like you do.

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there’s an empty museum

just below my cervix,

waiting to be filled with monets

of your lust.

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Occasionally, I imagine myself living the life that couldn’t come soon enough. I picture myself lying down in my quaint wooden house. It’s auburn and quiet, roughly 3 feet wide, 6 feet tall, and covered in dirt. It’s small, nothing too opulent, and it keeps me soundless.

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Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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escuchas los ecos?

lo llamas tu luz?

do you unfurl in their orbit?

bind to their axis too?

lo llamas tu luz?

do you connect their freckles like constellations?

bind to their axis too?

vulgarly consumed,

heavenly devoured,

have you been conquered?

vulgarly consumed

by a love that’s uncouth.

have you been conquered

by a love that’s uncouth

escuchas los ecos?

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Persephone

I could pick at the

pomegranate

that is your mind

in ample clothing.

Have your thoughts

run down my arms,

and consume your nerves

like finger food.

But I suppose probing

the fruit

that is my womb;

unadorned,

is much more

intriguing.

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my dog had a tumor on his heart

it ruptured yesterday and all

his love pooled out from the inside.

when will my love implode?

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omfg this

Ilya Kaminsky, ‘While the Child Sleeps Sonya Undresses’, Deaf Republic

[Text ID: “Soaping together is sacred to us. Washing each other’s shoulders. You can fuck anyone–but with whom can you sit in water?”]

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I don’t know

when I started

to somehow ricochet

between the present,

and future.

Am I glowing?

My youth

is consistently eroding.

I’m weathered,

yet still just tasting

the sweet bitterness

of adolescence.

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ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴍ, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.

Loving you is like watching a curtain dancing in the dusk, When the sun kisses the garden, brushing off The worries and the daytime tan, It is like a gentle breeze after a humid day hitting Your bared face, I see you grooving in the Forest of cherries, it feels like a painting I have Drawn at the back of my head, Or a poem that I always knew but never Found the actual words to pen it all down, I see you and you ask me where I am lost, It’s the world of pineapples where you wear The crown and drizzles caress your skin like Some pearls meeting the oceans, There are skies that fold into pink and orange, Like it has its own tint, I’m with you in the cinema Hall, you hold my hand as you gasp, I keep Staring at you for we are here yet in my own Poem we are chasing the car lights, and running In the cornfields, we are lightening up the lanterns, And caging every firefly, I watch you and me, Hugging life as it’s some adventure, I have Kissed you under the town bridges that don’t Exist in real life, I have loved you enough And so much more, the love you find in between The story books, because it feels so beautiful to be true.

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the gals

took 1h 16m

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Theory of Relativity

Today he gave me my shirt back

and it reeked of him.

It reeked

of words I could’ve never conjugated

to describe how grateful I was,

It reeked of the way he has and always will be so mesmerizing,

and it reeked of my distain for him.

It was beautifully pungent

like smelling patchouli on an unbathed hippie.

It had undertones of grief but grief I’ve never been so grateful to grieve.

This scent that masked so much rot and pain for merely months.

Because Einstein once theorized

that time is a flow of water

occasionally interrupted by a cosmic disturbance.

And you my dear have cosmically disturbed me.

Thrown me off times course so elegantly

and this break in our threshold has

made my connection back to the mainstream.

Because greif said by many

is a funny concept,

nevertheless a concept

I’m so incredibly grateful for.

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i’ve always searched for ease in torment and validation in mockery but it’s okay because when i’m sad my mom will buy me a danish pastry.

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your name just sounds grotesque