kaynineacademy

[kaynineacademy]

in another universe, you weren't cruel. and i wasn't naive.

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i love how we pick up habits and phrases and songs from people we love and it sticks with us for so long it becomes a piece of us making us a museum of all the people we've ever loved

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love poem beginning with a yellow cab by José Olivarez

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and i'm scared of everything. i'm scared of my dog dying and my mother resenting me and my sister wishing i'd been around more often. i'm scared of falling in love and the ocean at midnight and the ghosts of my past that seem to whisper my name into the empty space in my heart from when they left.

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— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’

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we weren't even friends. (i loved you). i didn't know the address of your childhood home or if you're scared of the dark. (i loved you). i still wake up with things to tell you. (i loved you). i zone out at crowded dinner parties wishing the chair next to me was occupied by someone other than the ghost of you. (i loved you).

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canon event in every intelligent woman's life is falling somewhat in love with a guy who still reads the morning newspaper.

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sometimes i say im not in love with you and sometimes i wonder if you think about me on my birthday.

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let's grab coffee? ☕

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in another universe you're telling me about your day

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in your most recent writing you mentioned people mentioning your loves name… i’m curious…

hiii love!! WHY DID I MISS THIS?! I AM SO SORRY!! i don't remember which post it was specifically, but id looooovee to answer any questions!!!

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What do you feel is the hardest part about a breakup?

omg hi love!! welcome to my blog!! i can say so much about this!! 🥹 i would think that the hardest part is the waking up in the morning with things to tell them, or thinking about all the moments you’ll have to experience without them. what keeps me sane, though, is thinking about the fact that if our entire world got blown up today, or tonight, or tomorrow morning, i would think of him fondly. i would wish him well. that’s a sign that love was there, even for a moment.