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maybe we were only meant to be two cars, driving past each other on a back road on a desolate night in december.

and maybe after those three seconds spent trapped in each others bright lights, we we would never see each other again

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time is achingly slow

frozen in the hands of a little girl

she is fascinated by it as she was

with the Monarch butterfly she held this morning

she studied its wings as they unfurled, the sunset orange and black patterns like steps to a secret dance

but now time is too fast

the butterfly has since dried its wings and flown off on its own

it is miles, years away from her now

and leaves her wondering

why time is not her friend

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i hope that heaven is like the feeling of running an infected finger under ice cold water

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girls when they notice themselves re-adopting the patterns and habits they had during the lowest point in their life

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Important question. What are your top 3 fruits

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i love this sideblog so much bc no one i know irl has the faintest inkling that i'm into poetry. i go to a liberal arts school and a bunch of people there are super into poetry and arts similar to it, but i don't participate or anything because i'd rather i have my poetry be my fun little secret. i have no followers on this acc, i think maybe 2 of my friends follow me. it feels as if i'm shouting my thoughts into the void here, it's so therapeutic.

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to believe.

to believe you had me

to believe that you knew me

knew yourself

you listened

my secrets dwell in your heart

you have made your decision

yet do not understand

you don't realize

your own transgressions

and continue

to shatter my heart so tenderly

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A girl’s natural habitat is in a bed with many blankets and pillows and it’s inhumane to remove her from her natural habitat

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There's something about the constant tension when writing poetry between wanting to explain your imagery and not wanting to ruin your imagery by explaining it.

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am i insane for enjoying essay writing. like. any kind of essay. i love it so much

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I think this is my favorite poem.

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I remember life. There was so much. I held it all. I held it all.

Michelle Hulan, “The Universe, as in One Last Song for the Lonely Hearts”, Chestnut Review

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Laika's still up there. not her body, sure, but her soul is. i saw it through my telescope one night when i was looking for aliens. she was sniffing for table scraps under saturn's ring. she chases comets and bites down on satellites. i saw her napping by neptune, she was kicking her feet. passing through the oort cloud is like the stroke of a hand on her fur. eyes like marbles and four little paws like flames. she bobs through jupiter's moons like cold moscow streets. up there the stars are a great big field. and look, she's running so fast. god damn, look at her go.

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my tiny human body isn’t big enough to hold all the love that’s inside me and that’s why i’m always crying

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hi lovelies! sorry i haven't been active lately - my tags r messed up & life has been hectic w back to school things. hoping i can start posting regularly again soon!!

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"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"

— Atticus