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i often wish to tell someone how tormented i am. to ask them to talk to me and comfort me. but i know, nobody has words that i wish to hear. people comfort in their own way and i want to be comforted in ways they don't know. so i don't, i don't text my friends or call them. instead, i end up under the blankets and let sleep take care of the agony.

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I love how pressed flowers could literally be a part of any aesthetic

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Stuck between a tender heart desiring to fix everything that is broken and a mind that aches for watching it all burn.

-❁HH❁

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You crave the applause yet hate the attention.

— 'Achilles Come Down" by Gang of Youths

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somewhere we're lovers listening to our favourite song on repeat

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concept: you, me, we're staring at the ceiling in the dark while holding hands

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imagine being the subject of someone’s poetry.

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10% of the reason im learning german is to (sorta) fulfill my dream of being a polyglot and as a dutch speaker it seemed like the natural next choice

90% of the reason is so i can read kafka in the original language

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I’m drunk in the back of the car and I’m crying like a baby thinking about fictional morally grey men

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You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough.

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I need to go around and teach myself about the world

And slowly unlearn a lot that I’ve been told

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Waking up to the sound of rain. A dreary day to follow. A day to spend inside, listening to the sounds outside. Bracing the rain by picking up your umbrella and making your way to the museum, where you decide to roam around and learn some new things. Going to pick up a cozy hot drink on your way home at the nearest cafe. The type of day that is one of your favorites.

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“I belonged here the way I belonged to this planet and its people, but on one condition: alone, always alone.”

André Aciman

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I wonder what stories old buildings like these would tell you if their walls could speak.

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Today, I saw my reflection for the first time, on my morning cup of coffee—dark, bitter, hazy. I was draining it down my throat and I felt like I was consuming myself.

-miiche

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My posts will actually confuse you, you'll think I am in love later you will think I am heart broken and next moment , single until you learn to mind your own business

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The way dead poets society is the only therapy for me But is also the reason I need therapy Is poetic.