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why are breakfast dates not  a more popular thing? like forget your 9pm fancy dinner reservation, lets go eat pancakes at 9am in our pjs

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"Turn a new leaf", they said.

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Drew this yesterday ❤

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harry potter characters as tweets?

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Just a friend

It was a winter morning,

When I first met you.

The sun was not up yet.

The grass was wet,

And my hands moist.

The city was enchanted in mist,

And me in you.

Every bird singing of your presence,

The dew curled up in your warmth.

Sinking slightly in the wet soil,

We walked,

Walked together;

Walked like we knew each other forever.

The sun rose,

And shined

But you were more radiant.

You were lively,

Unlike the drowsy morning trend.

The birds still sing;

The fog's still there;

The dew still sets on the leaves

Oblivious to your presence.

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Take it easy, people. You don't have to try your best every time. Sometimes, just sit back and let the current lead you. I promise it'll make you feel better. #kolkata #depressionhelp #dépression #motivation #midnightthoughts #student #broken #takeiteasy #relax #itsokaynottobeokay https://www.instagram.com/p/CIymDPusAZq/?igshid=67wtjhynrb28

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Pen It Down - Time for a New Dawn (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/7i50tevfhbb I'll be entertaining y'all while playing with words. Rest assured you won't leave without an impression. Sit back and enjoy!

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Pen It Down (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/HZQT3hzSebb I'll be entertaining y'all while playing with words. Rest assured you won't leave without an impression. Sit back and enjoy!

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Oh! I feel that sting!

Tough love it is.

Oh! I'm gonna rig my systems,

Till I go amiss.

Breaths shallow when she's around,

How can I hide it now?

Oh, I can hardly touch the ground,

And even coffee reminds me of her.

Poetry didn't make sense- until now,

When even the traffic sings of her.

I'm getting lost somewhere,

Somewhere I've never heard of.

Neither the sun sets,

Nor the stars disappear.

I'm surely a romantic fool by now,

Hopefully she feels the same way I do.

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A poem too serious...

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FOR THE FIRST TIME

Getting under the sheets,

Never thought it would be like this.

Being knocked out of my wits,

By a silly thing small as a kiss.

The kiss just got deeper,

Emotions boiled in.

She embraced me like some creeper,

And God forbid if it was a sin.

Soon I was one with her,

Writhing and connecting.

I couldn't get my attention off her,

And the attraction was almost scaring.

Time passed,

And left me brainwashed.

Never thought that darkness could be this good,

Never thought that I could be in this great a mood.

Soon we're both asleep,

Exhausted from an experience so deep.

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Crying under the open sky,

Hoping only that I could die,

Here I stand.

Dried tears on my cheeks,

And wearing a smile,

Here I stand.

I know how to hide,

I know how to resist the tide.

None will ever understand me,

And that's okay.

I'll never be free,

And the thought makes me decay.

I'm as good as blind,

Or maybe worse.

Always falling behind,

And living like a corpse.

They think I'm always pretending,

Hungry for sympathy.

They think I'm exaggerating,

Making up stories as I go.

I keep to myself for a reason,

A reason they'll never understand.

They'll charge me with treason,

They'll bloody my hands.

If you are reading this,

I have gone from this side.

Please pass it to the one whom I love,

I was always by her side.

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I'll always be there for you,

Through this corona thing and probably bird flu.

I know it's tough,

But we don't have an option.

The path is rough,

But, here take this concoction.

Don't ask what's in it,

I myself don't know.

It's a trickle of love maybe,

Nothing bad though.

You still owe me a kiss,

And I'm gonna hold you to that.

I love you and will love you more,

I hope you know that.

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One day, one rhyme- Day 2249

I woke, and the stars were gone-

The jet black sky looming

Startled my mind into grim

Memories exhuming.

They swell like popcorn bursting,

The dark their catalyst

Coaxing them up from the depths

Where they somehow persist,

But as they swirl, taking form

Rising to assail me,

Beside me you stir awake,

And before you they flee.

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2000- dad scares away the monsters under the bed. pre-school is full of laughter and lunch boxes with pb&j’s. scrapes from the playground are the only wounds we have and cartoons are always on the TV.

2005- dad still scares away all the monsters, the ones under the bed and the bullies who follow us home after school. we learn we really like books and like to get lost in worlds that aren’t this one. this is also the year you realize that maybe mom and dad shouldn’t be together anymore but they haven’t realized it yet.

2010- everything changes. dad and mom split. dad can’t chase the monsters away anymore because they’re not in the closet or under the bed, they’re in our head now. you start to realize that being a teenager isn’t as easy as being a kid and it’s too late to get that innocence back. you start to live in the dark because you’re so tired of running from it.

2015- you’re an adult now. legally. but you’ve never felt more like a tiny kid in your life. you have scars that aren’t from monkey bars and while you don’t hide in the dark anymore, a part of it found a home inside you. the monsters aren’t in your head anymore, they’re in the people around you, the ones who’s words leave you black and blue and then ask you why you are crying.

2019- we made it out alive. we made it through everything they threw at us and came out the other side, with some bruises and broken bones and a bleeding heart, but we made it. we made it when we thought we wouldn’t, when we thought we couldn’t, when we thought we didn’t want to. through heartbreaks, trauma and losses. through things they told us we couldn’t beat. we made it. we made it and this is the start to whole new decades of growth and beginnings.

-through the years

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Save Angela’s Home

Hi Everyone!

How are you? 

I made this blog in hopes of support in helping to promote an Irish woman’s story as I try to make her dream come true for Christmas.

My Mother, Angela, suffers from illnesses such as diverticulitis, diabetes and arthritis. She is retiring soon to a council house she has looked after for the past 40 years.

The house has issues from, maggots, mold to crumbling walls and the ceilings cracking and falling down. As you can imagine, this has led to many health issues for my family but most importantly my mother. Unfortunately, we don’t have enough to buy our home and with my grandmother, now in the early stages dementia, it means my Mother will soon have to give up work and look after her fully.

The council will not allow my grandmother to move in with us as she is an old age pensioner and the house would need work to accommodate her needs. A Councillor, off the cuff, remarked the council would look at the fact she would not be able to contribute much towards rent and they wouldn’t waste the money on adapting the house on the possibility of her longevity.

When they find out that she has this illness, they may possibly kick her out of her own home and we will have no choice but to put her into a home which is the furthest thing that we want to do. We love her and want to care for her as she done for us.

My Mother is the most amazing and has the kindest soul of anyone you will ever meet and I am blessed to have her. She went to work right after my dad passed so that she could give myself and my brother the best life she could. She went to college at night trying to educate herself to get a good job for us. She’s worked long nights and traveled through desperate weather conditions to get to work, all to put a hot meal on the table for my brother and me.

She also works as a carer in a nursing home because she wanted a job that allowed her to give back. It’s a very tough job on her and she has sat by the bedside of many people comforting them as they passed away but it is a job she loves and is perfect for her as she has a heart of gold.

I have done an interview with a local newspaper  and radio station but unfortunately have not got much support.

The council won’t sell us our home because our income isn’t sufficient. My Mother has been trying to fix all the repairs over the years and has spent everything she has on them. She now has nothing for her retirement. Not even the house she worked so hard for.

We need to fix it up and adapt it so can care for my grandmother here but I desperately need help.

I have set up a fundraiser to buy the house and pay for all the repairs and make it accessible so that my Mother can move in my grandmother and care for her as she deteriorates further, found here: 

https://gofundme.com/f/help-my-mother-get-her-home

If you can please donate or help promote our story.

Thank you for reading,

Sharon

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Venting of emotions

You know what. I'm the worst guy on the planet. At first I thought that I was a good one but that is what is bad about me. Wanting something is a vice of mine. I can't be like all other teenagers. I can't hang out with friends. I can't go pandal-hopping during Pujas. I can't have a Facebook account. All these might sound small to whoever reads this and he/she might take me for a pervert but I don't care. I don't fucking care. My biggest mistake is trusting people like hell. I consider them all good but they ain't. Give them the slightest opportunity and they will find my soft spot to hit on. You might tell me to be strong and all that but I can only be a rock for so long. Even a rock degrades with time. I respect my parents and my elders but why don't they understand what I actually mean? My friends are the biggest of back biters. You ask them for one simple help and they act like they don't have the slightest idea. Earlier I would have said that there are a few exceptions but now I know, there ain't any. Every person who acts as gracefully as a flower ought to have a venomous snake below the surface.Some people think that I am a hopeless romantic. YES I AM! AND MY LOVE INTEREST IS MY LIFE. People can only see the prick on my finger but what they don't see or don't want to see is that my soul is bleeding. My blood has turned into gall from all that I have faced. I try to explain Mom something and she turns it her own way. She takes me to a doctor who again turns it his own way and she tells my relatives who make a meaning out of it in their own way. But none understands what I want to say. The people who I think do are either too afraid to touch the core or are not interested. I am suffocating from lack of venture of my emotions. I am drowning in my own sea. I used to think that poetry is my way out of this mess but it serves for only so long. I don't like judgementals who practically are all the people. Someone reads my poems, they come asking questions about why I wrote them but when I try to explain it to them they ignore me like I am a psychopath. Guess I really am and I don't have the tiniest bit of regret for being that. Being different does not mean being behind everyone else. It means being at the front of the line. So now I am ready to take whatever the world throws at me and I don't give a damn about what they think.