#Spilled emotions
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soultied-bz · 1 day ago
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the things that are truly meant for you will never run from you — they will show up and be there to stay.
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ventusetflamma · 3 days ago
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I think I will call you my buffer.
You kept my heart from oscillating between two extremes.
Between sadness and rage, you helped my heart just be.
- v.e.f. @ventusetflamma
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golden-letters · 2 days ago
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i was helping my mum send an email. and in her drafts i saw so many letters to my dad. i didn’t know how to react. maybe we’re much more similar than i thought. in my drafts too, mum, lays letters to my dead father and even some to you.
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gr3n0nion · 3 days ago
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I’m boiling eggs
Because my mother had asked me so politely
And I’d forgotten I don’t like the taste.
I set the pot and wait.
Waiting waiting.
It’s only when I give up on waiting that the bubbles blossom.
And then I wait.
Eggs eggs eggs.
Is there anything cool about eggs?
Some metaphor that no one’s ever figured out?
Babies have always been a metaphor.
Eggs are babies.
Easy.
Eggs are like…um.
Eggs are like a drawing.
No that’s stupid.
Eggs are like a dream.
They’re hardened by the fire of the world.
And how is that an original thought?
Life is hard. Tough shit.
20 minutes pass.
I think that’s longer than they needed.
I go to turn off the water and the bubbles dissipate quickly.
I thought I’d have more time.
They flee from my gaze like panicked dogs until there’s nothing but eggs and swirling misty water.
There they are again.
Eggs, clear as day.
The pot’s handle burns my skin,
Hot to the touch.
I never did learn.
Metal gets hot, idiot.
I pour the water down the drain.
It smells like the can of jackfruit my mom opened earlier
I hate jackfruit.
I place the eggs in a bowl of ice water
And walk away.
I brainstorm poetry.
The eggs the eggs the eggs.
And then it hits me.
It was never about the eggs.
It was about the hardening.
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winteranddeath · 21 hours ago
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How to unlove the idea of someone? (Asking for a friend)
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vincentstoriesstuff · 3 days ago
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You don't have to know who you are, but you do have to accept that you need time, space and care to keep questioning it.
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yektaworld · 3 days ago
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I just wish someone had told me this at that time.... when I was so happy, I've survived and had no scars and injuries for it and am just a normal being again....
at the time, nothing seem to hurt. now, years later, it feels as though i am more pain than i am human.
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minimalist-quotes · 2 months ago
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Don't make the mistake of being so understanding and forgiving that you overlook the fact that you're being disrespected.
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enesl · 3 months ago
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Be with someone who makes you happy.
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dumblr · 3 months ago
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A concept: Late night convo’s with someone that likes you as much as you like them.
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academia-lucifer · 4 months ago
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I hate how I can create amazing scenarios in my mind but I can't write a paragraph
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leto-wriggt · 2 months ago
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I try to make something beautiful of my pain, but sometimes I just have to sit with it. Sometimes all you can do is sit with it.
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soultied-bz · 19 days ago
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i wish i knew how to love myself the way i love others
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bebx · 5 months ago
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becomingvecna · 8 months ago
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johnny-depp-is-loved · 14 days ago
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if this post reaches your dashboard, consider it a sign that you’re loved
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