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We all grieve a time that gets more and more far away from us.
We don’t like how everything’s getting worse, but we contribute to it.
We could bring the good times back, but we don’t.
It only take a little bit of courage, only a little bit of loyalty and kindness.
We could all be great again.
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I have no idea If what I wrote is proper English or if it makes sense but anyway !
Sometimes I’ll start imagining a world and how cool it would be to live there. I visualise my self and everything around me. And if I focus enough, I can even hear the wind blowing against the trees. The sky is blue and the houses are pink. Most of the time it’s raining, and it’s cold enough for you to wear sweatpants but hot enough to not wear a coat and a scarf. The lighting is yellow, kinda how it was in my previous house. I wouldn’t call it home even tho it felt more home than my current house. Now that I think about it, I imagine this world all the time. Like everyday. And I get a bellyache right before the moment I start thinking of something else. Because that’s when the memory of my imagination ends.
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Sometimes I’ll start imagining a world and how cool it would be to live there. I visualise my self and everything around me. And if I focus enough, I can even hear the wind blowing against the trees. The sky is blue and the houses are pink. Most of the time it’s raining, and it’s cold enough for you to wear sweatpants but hot enough to not wear a coat and a scarf. The lighting is yellow, kinda how it was in my previous house. I wouldn’t call it home even tho it felt more home than my current house. Now that I think about it, I imagine this world all the time. Like everyday. And I get a bellyache right before the moment I start thinking of something else. Because that’s when the memory of my imagination ends.
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My rotten petals fell, I’m blooming again.
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Mommy bought a doll, a perfect porcelain skin doll. She’s small and wear pink clothes. She has brown long hair and big deer eyes. There’s a spark in them.
Mommy’s doll turned thirteen, mommy’s tired so the doll need to start moving. The doll is tired too because she’s just a doll but too bad. That was her destiny all along.
The doll’s skin started getting moldy, like it was rotten inside. Her mouth is tapped.
The doll’s clothes are just black now, just like its eyes. There’s no spark anymore. The long hair are all tangled.
The doll isn’t as pretty as it used to be. Mom doesn’t even want to look at it. Maybe she’ll return it, maybe it’s not too late.
#writing#writeblr#thought daughter#dollcore#night thoughts#writers on tumblr#journaling#girlcore#girlblogging
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I keep writing and writing thinking it will all make sense one day. But I’ve been writing and writing for too long for it to make sense anymore.
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౨ৎ I wish I was 2014 Dove Cameron pretty ౨ৎ
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There is a light inside my head that doesn’t work well anymore, it’s broken. It flicks and burns my brain cells. That’s why I forgot so many things, I forgot how to be myself.
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It's already July 3rd. I should go to sleep but that hasn't been as peaceful as it used to. Honestly, it never has been. Another thing I was promised would get better.
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Can 2018 come any sooner #tiredof2017 💤💤
#delusional#can a girl dream#2010s tumblr#aesthetic#2018 aesthetic#pinterest#core#summer 2018#Spotify
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Mac heart filter, you’ll forever be an icon ♡🌸
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Y’all don’t know the impact this music video had on me.
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Summer 2016 ? More like summer 2025 👅🥀
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