gotchild

[gotchild]

i just smoked and my mind is a void. all i know right now is that i can’t find my way out. the thing about being lost is that the longer you stay in the place where you have been abandoned, the more it convinces your mind that it’s where you belong.

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I don’t want to choose you out of loneliness.

“Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you are choosing someone out of love or loneliness.”

— Mandy Hale

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““To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.” - Ernest Hemingway”

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How terrible is it to be called beautiful, smart and strong but end up being alone every night.

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“I don’t just want words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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I slowly unfolded like a love note read in secret.

— Jill S. Alexander, Paradise

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She was a remarkable aroma

that lingered in my nostrils,

The clarity of her presence

was as clear as her absence.

She was a poison I inhaled;

I pinched my nose

as I breathed in my mouth—

It did not last long.

I perished along her scent.

A rotten corpse I have become,

But she still appears in my grave

And I rise every goddamn time.

I stayed here for so long,

My name engraved in the gates of heaven

No longer remembers me.

God rest my soul.

Why won’t she let me go?

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Unknown

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“(…) I’m speechless…what kind of writer am I? With all this love and no words for it?”

— Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters

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“I have never known who or what I am supposed to be. The only thing I know for sure, is that I am supposed to be more than I have been.”

— William Chapman

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“Your identity should be so secure that when someone walks away from you they don’t take you with them.”

— Unknown

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“Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

— Andrea Gibson

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ang huwad na mga bayani.

dalubhasa ang mga mensaherong namamangka mula hilaga patungo sa timog, tila mga katipunerong handang sumalang sa digmaan para sa bayan. taglay nila ang ginintuang agimat na poproteka sa kanila sa pagkagat ng dilim, at sa paglalakbay ay kanilang lilinlangin ang mga kuwagong nakamasid. hindi nila tungkuling gawing tupa ang isang ibong may tuka samakatuwid kung ito ay magiging sagabal, sila ay kikitil ng buhay nang walang nakakarinig—tahimik at malinis na sisirit ang mainit at pulang likido. mga tulisan sa sayad ng tulay kung umakto; walang nakaaalam na ganito ang mga mensahero. salita at talinhaga ba ang nais nilang ipadala o kasakiman na taliwas sa pananampalataya na nakaukit sa mga tagong kweba?

hindi ito panaginip, adhikain nilang silain ang pag-ulan ng kometa mula sa himpapawid. ito ang kanilang misyon sapagkat huwad lamang ang nais ng kapayapaan sa gitna ng digmaan na sila mismo ang nagsimula. hindi ito parabula, sapagkat delubyo ang kakambal ng isinalaysay ng mga kamay nila. ito ang propesiya, hango sa nakaraang muling nagsimula ngunit kailanman ay hindi nagtapos.

ito ang kabanalan: ang kasakiman ay nasa ibabaw, ang api ay nasa ilalim. ang kayamanan ay taglay ng may diwa at magnanakaw ang nananadya.

— keith.

Art by Jasmine Ho.

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“If you can’t love me, I’ll make you miss me.”

— Kirsten Corley

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“I am sorry someone loved you badly, and that they made you feel like you take up more space than you deserve. I am sorry they abandoned you when you need them the most and it has made you believe that love is an awful thing that hurts.”

— Nikita Gill

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I just don’t know how to use love.

I have so much love in me that I would like to cry.  

Simone de Beauvoir, Kayleb Rae Candrilli, Sylvia Plath, Clarice Lispector

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