priyal-d123
priyal-d123
My mind and me
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priyal-d123 · 2 months ago
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And I could talk about him for hours
Describe the exact way his lips turn
And how he laughs, in a hundred different words
And how much, for him, I yearn
How his amber eyes shimmer when he smiles
The way he moves on the field
How he loves and how he looks at me
And all the scars he's healed
And hours later,
i may not wish to stop still
If I find a willing ear to listen
I will speak. I will.
I may not have many new tales to tell
I may run out of words to say
But never out of love
So if there's not more to tell today
I shall repeat what I earlier said
And I shall let my heart flutter in my chest
As I talk of him, my love
I shall forget all rest
For I may not have enough words to convey
Not much to say
But a whole lot to feel
Much in my heart to reveal.
“Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy.”
— Elizabeth Scott, Bloom
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priyal-d123 · 2 months ago
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“Let someone love you the way you are - as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.”
— Mark Hack
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priyal-d123 · 10 months ago
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My childhood trauma didn't make me stronger. it made me a people pleaser. it made me forgive way too much. it made me not speak when i'm supposed to. it made me an extreme empath.
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priyal-d123 · 1 year ago
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Tennyson was so wrong when he said,
"'Tis Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all"
dude no.
Would've been better to never have loved at all than to have lost-!
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priyal-d123 · 3 years ago
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“you’re so pretty,” okay write poetry about me then.
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priyal-d123 · 3 years ago
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The feminine urge to recreate every scene from your favourite books
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priyal-d123 · 3 years ago
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I had lived, but, in fear...
Of what would happen if I stepped on the wrong stone, if I stumble.
If I fall
*orignal lines*
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priyal-d123 · 3 years ago
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My life will forever remain a blank sheet,
For I have said no words, expressed no emotions and felt nothing real.
**original**
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priyal-d123 · 3 years ago
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And she smiled to herself
For after all this time,
She was finally whole
Finally complete.
*orignal lines and pics*
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priyal-d123 · 3 years ago
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When there was light, I wasn't afraid
When there was no such fear as I now face
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And my borders crumbled
And the the tears I couldn't contain.
But the masks never stumbled
They've been in place.
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No one sees the horror more than I
For it lies behind the lies
I'd rather have it die.
*orignal lines*
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