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Every morning, memories of you revive,
The way we were, long ago, my heart still thrives.
Your touch still aches me hard, a craving that remains,
A love so strong, it's the dream I've held since life's first pains.
This is love, the one I've sought, since I was born,
A flame that burns, a heart that yearns, forever sworn.
Xoxo 💋
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Klaus Mikaelson X Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Ch. 23
Word Count- 5k
Warnings-Swearing, sexual innuendos, Elijah being a little asshole, mention of blood
“Damon if you don’t move your foot, I swear to whatever holy power is out there I will tase you,” I growl into my pillow as I feel Damon’s foot land on my upper back.
After waiting a moment and not getting a response, I turn around on my back, grab Demon’s foot, which is now resting on my upper chest, and throw it off of me.
Damon, who is currently passed out at the end of my bed at the Salvatore’s, releases a groan but doesn’t wake up.
I rub circles into my temple as I look around my bedroom which is currently trashed with an assortment of empty alcoholic beverages and junk food. After Damon and I left the party last night, we made our way back here and while Damon found alcohol to mend his worries and broken heart, I turned to Twinkies, chocolate, and the shitty pancakes a drunken Damon made me. While Damon cooked for me he went on a love-sick 30-minute about his heartbreaks over the past century. When he was done, we tried tackling my problem but a drunk Damon wasn’t much help. Well…a sober one isn’t either but y’know.
Flashback
“Alright,” I watch from my stool at the kitchen island as Damon pours the entire package of chocolate chips into the pancake batter, “Sooooooo, what you’re telling me is that,” He points his spatula at me, “Not one, but two of the Original brothers claim to be your soulmate and that you have a piece of each of their human souls in you?”
I throw my head onto the counter and groan, “That’s what the masses have said.”
“Interesting,” I lift up my head slightly to peer at Damon who is tapping his chin with the batter-covered spatula, resulting in batter covering his lower chin, and seems that in his drunken state, he doesn’t seem to notice or care, “And Klaus was actually the one who gave you that necklace you’ve been wearing all this time, and Elijah is like head over heels for you as well as his brother,” He pauses and then talks to himself, or babbles to himself, “I mean it was pretty obvious, I mean a blind person could see how either one of them look at you. Especially Elijah, dude has that lovesick puppy dog look on his face since the moment he pulled out those two guys' hearts,” He taps his chin again, “Or was it three?”
“Demon, seriously, not helping,” I exhaust and he shrugs turning back towards the pantry. I watch as he grabs yet another bag of chocolate chips.
“Dude, seriously? That’s the third bag. I think we have enough.”
Damon looks up at me with a glare, “My kitchen my rules. My chocolate chips.”
“And my stomach ache,” I mutter to myself as I watch him pour in the chips.
“So what do you think I should do,” Hopelessness clear in my voice.
Damon sighs, wipes his hands on the apron he’s wearing, and walks around the island to me. He stands in front of me places his hand on my shoulders and leans down to my face.
“Fuck them both. Get them out of your system. We’re planning on killing them anyway so the problem will fix itself momentarily. In the meantime, go to Poundtown,” Damon smirks and then nods his head to himself as if he just gave me the greatest piece of advice ever.
“You’re disgusting,” I glare at him and he smiles.
“And you’re a prude.”
A knocking on the downstairs door shakes me out of my head and I send a kick to Damon’s stomach.
“Demon, someone’s at the door,” I hiss and Damon rolls over onto his side but doesn’t wake up.
“Damon!”
Damon whips around and glares at me, but the sunlight protruding from my window makes him close his eyes again, “Then go answer it,” He hisses.
“What if it’s someone trying to kill us,” I whisper and he runs a hand over his face.
“Pukey…If someone was here to kill us, do you really think they would knock first?”
I think about Damon’s question for a moment then realize he’s probably right.
“Fine but if I get killed, I’m haunting you,” I say to him as I put on my slippers and head out the door.
I hear Damon mutter a sarcastic “yay” as I descend the staircase.
I get to the door and cautiously open it and when my eyes meet dark brown ones I release I low swear.
“Good afternoon to you too, Elskan,” Elijah’s eyes trail from bedhead and my makeshift pajamas which consist of Damon’s button-up shirt from yesterday and a pair of sleep shorts that barely cover my ass.
“Or should I say good morning,” Elijah’s eyes move back up to Damon’s shirt and I watch as his upper lip seems to morph into a snarl but after a split second returns to a forced smile.
“What are you doing here, Elijah,” I grip the handle of the door as I wait for his answer.
“I told you yesterday that I would answer any questions that you had for me,” Elijah gestures behind me to the living room, “May I come in?”
I glance at the living room for a moment before turning back towards the suited Original, “Don’t you have your family to deal with?”
“My siblings have lived with themselves for a thousand years, I’m sure they can go one hour without getting themselves killed,” He smirks but something in his tone makes it seem like he doesn’t believe anything he just said.
I pinch my temple and move to the side, “Ya, fine. Come on in.”
Elijah’s smile doesn’t falter as we walk into the living room and he places himself in a leather chair while I sit on my favorite sofa, tugging my knees under my chin.
“Are you dead?”
I turn around at Damon’s sarcastic voice and roll my eyes.
Damon enters the living room with a blood bag and hand and no shirt on.
“Ew, gross. Put on a shirt,” I gag and cover my eyes.
“I would but you’re wearing it, Pukey,” Damon snarks back and I move my hand away and look down at the white button-up I’m wearing.
“This is quite literally your house. Go find another shirt,” I exhaust and Damon just shrugs his shoulders and then looks over at Elijah.
I turn back towards the Original who is watching Damon and me with a flat expression. His usual smile is no longer present.
“Good morning, Elijah,” Damon smirks at him, “Funny you're here. Y’know since last night you were such a present figure in Y/n and I’s girl chats.”
I whip my head around and send daggers at Demon but he doesn’t seem to notice and if he does he certainly doesn’t care.
“Is that so,” Elijah says and I back to see him glancing at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Nope,” I grab an empty root beer can that is placed next to me on the couch, from Damon and I’s movie night last night, and hurl it at Demon. Sadly, he dodges it.
“Oh that’s odd,” Damon looks down at me and taps his chin, “Because if I’m not mistaken there were talks of a certain suited Original and going to Poundtown with him,” Damon turns to Elijah, who lets out a cough, as I watch on in horror, “Hmm, must’ve been someone else then. My mistake. You two enjoy your little chat,” Damon says with a final wink to me as he practically skips into the kitchen.
I’m frozen in horror as I stare at Elijah who is staring back at me. Elijah's face appears a tinge redder than before and I can’t even imagine how fucking uncomfortable I look to him.
“I can explain,” I chirp out quickly.
Elijah raises an eyebrow and seems to have collected himself as a shit-eating grin comes over his handsome features, “Please do. I insist.”
“Well…well,” I try to think but come up with nothing, “I got nothing.”
Elijah’s smirk deepens and if it didn’t make him appear even hotter than he already is, I’d probably slap him.
“Well, you’ll just have to enlighten me on the conversation later on. I’m quite interested in learning what this, “Poundtown” place is,” Elijah says as he does air quotes around Poundtown.
“I’m going to kill myself.”
Elijah’s smirk drops and he frowns, “I’d prefer if you didn’t.”
I nod, “I’m never going to be able to show my face ever again,” I pause, “Well first I’d have to kill Damon. Mutual destruction. But that could take some time, so it appears I’ll have to postpone it,” I say sadly and look back to Elijah who looks incredibly confused.
“I can’t quite tell if you’re being serious or not?”
I just shrug, “Who knows? Anyways… you said you came here to answer my questions?”
Elijah leans forward to unbutton his suit jacket, “Yes, that is correct. But,” He looks back towards the way Damon went and I swear I saw him roll his eyes, “Perhaps there is somewhere we can talk, away from listening ears.”
“Don’t mind me!” I groan at Damon’s loud voice coming from the direction of the kitchen.
“We can talk in my room,” I stand up and gesture for him to follow.
—
“I didn’t realize you had a room here,” Elijah says as he stands at the doorframe of my room. Glancing around at the trash littered on the floor along with the bottles of alcohol.
I quickly make work of gathering the littered trash and bottles, “I moved in here over the summertime and Damon gave me this room. He let me pick out the decorations and everything,” I pick up an empty bottle of bourbon and look back to Elijah, “The alcohol isn’t mine. Damon was in here last night, drinking away his sorrows.”
Elijah lets out an almost annoyed sound, “You and the eldest Salvatore brother seem to be rather…close,” He practically spits out the word as I place the trash in my pink trashcan.
I shrug, “He’s alright company, y’know when he’s not being a cunt.”
“Language, Elskan,” Elijah chastises and I roll my eyes.
“Umhm.”
Elijah takes a few steps in and starts inspecting my room more. I don’t have much in here other than some summer clothes, makeup, and other little knick-knacks that I picked up over the summer.
“Did he sleep in here last night,” Elijah questions as he picks up a glass mouse I have sitting on my mantel.
“Uh, ya. We were watching season 3 of Supernatural and his drunk ass fell asleep, why do you ask?”
Elijah sets the mouse back down and then turns to stare at me. Or really the shirt I’m wearing, “I don’t mean to intrude. But, are you and the Salvatore brother…something more,” Elijah asks the question like he’s afraid of the answer.
I stare at him for a moment and then let out a huge laugh, “Damon and I!? Never! Ew! As if! I’d rather take a hot poker to my foot than let that Neanderthal anywhere near my lips,” I laugh disgustedly and I watch as Elijah’s tense shoulders drop.
“Why? Are you jealous,” I squint my eyes at him, and his upper lip twitches?
“Jealously isn’t something I’m quite accustomed to,” Elijah walks over to me and runs a finger along the sleeve of my shirt, “But, I must admit seeing you in another man’s shirt has stirred up many unpleasant feelings, and thoughts in me.”
I bite down on my inner lip as I listen to Elijah’s deep voice.
“What kind of thoughts?”
Elijah pulls lightly on the collar of my shirt making me stumble at bit into him, “Thoughts like how much I’d like to rip this shirt off you and burn it and never let another man’s clothing touch you ever again.”
Oh Good Lord.
I open and close my mouth, “I’ll go umm… change if that’s what you want?”
I gesture to my closest and Elijah smirks proudly, “I’d appreciate that highly, Elskan.”
I nod and quickly run to my walk-in closet throw off Damon’s shirt and grab one of my dark blue Henleys.
I exit the closet to find Elijah lounging in my armchair, strumming through “The Duke and I.”
Shit.
Elijah, noticing my presence, lifts his head from the book and eyes my new attire.
“Good girl.”
Jesus Fucking Christ I’m going to-
“Stop doing that,” I stutter out as I point a finger at him.
Elijah tilts his head, quite adorably, “I’m not sure what you mean?”
I sit on the edge of my bed, across from the chair, and glare at him, “You know exactly what you’re doing. That whole smirking, flirting thing you’re doing.”
Elijah leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, “Once again, Elskan,” He locks eyes with me, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I glare at him until a shit-eating smirk comes back onto his face.
“See! There it is,” I turn around and grab a pillow and throw it at him, “Jerk!”
Elijah catches the pillow easily, and a warm laugh escapes him.
“It appears I’ve got to work on my flirting skills. It has been quite some time since I’ve tried wooing a woman,” Elijah tells me and I try to look anywhere but him.
“You don’t have to woo me,” I say as I play with the hem of my shirt.
“On the contrary, my love, yes I do. Not just as your soulmate,” I pick up my head at his words, “But as a man who is hugely infatuated with you.”
“You’re only feeling things for me because of our bond, or whatever it is. If there wasn’t a bond you wouldn’t have even looked in my direction that day with Rose.”
Elijah stands from his chair and comes to stand before me, he reaches his hand down and grabs my chin, so I have to look up at him.
“Let me assure you, bond or no bond, that a beauty like yours is one that not even the darkest of nights can hide away. You are the sun to me, Elskan. And maybe, yes, the bond is what led me to you, but the woman you are is what has made me wholeheartedly obsessed with you. In my many years of living, I have rarely come across a soul like yours. One so…pure. You’re full of this light that somehow has kept shining even when everything around you has tried to snuff it out. I have seen the heart you have with others and can only hope that one day I may be given the opportunity to be let into it as well.”
I stare up at the breathtaking man before me. My mind seems to go blank as I stare into his deep brown eyes, eyes that are filled with such longing and heartbreaking devotion.
“You truly can’t think all that of me. You’ve only known me for a few months, Elijah,” I shake my head out of his hold and he lets out a sound of disagreement.
“Elska-...Y/n,” Elijah draws my attention to him as he comes to kneel in front of me. Now it’s my turn to look down at him as he reaches his hands up and gestures for me to take them. I release a breath as I place my hands into his.
“For one thousand years, I have fought with my humanity. I have done horrendous things in the name of my family. For years I lived with this self-hatred, never thinking that one day I might be able to calm this storm I feel inside of my mind,” Elijah looks to be in pain as he seems to be thinking back to something, “But then,” His scorned look lightens as he locks eyes with me and his upper lip lifts into a smile, “I felt my heart lighten. I locked eyes with a beautiful y/e/c the day Rose-Marie called me about the doppelganger, and for the first time in a millennium that storm settled. All my mind could focus on was the angel in front of me. Seeing you gave me this sense of, calmness. As if everything I had ever done before that day meant nothing. I’d lived for a thousand years, but the moment you looked at me,” Elijah lifts my hands to his lips and presses a kiss to my inner wrist, “I became alive. That is what you are to me, Y/n. You are my life. My immortality.”
Elijah continues, “And you may say I don’t know anything about you, and you may be right. But here are some things I do know. I know that you love learning and reading,” Elijah smirks to himself, “Even if the literature you read is just sex,” Elijah releases a laugh at my horrified expression, “After I had seen what books you have in your collection. I spent my time buying my own copies and reading each of them.”
I shake my head, “Why, though?”
Elijah stands up and squeezes my hands, “What other reason do I need other than that you enjoy them? You were wary of me, but I still wanted to know everything I could about you. When I saw your stack of books I thought the closest thing to you, would be your books.”
I release a shaky breath as I look up at the man before me.
“I also know you love your family and friends more than you love yourself. Theodore is incredibly lucky to have an older sister who puts herself and her feelings second when it comes to him. I also know how you’re able to find the best in people,” He makes an annoyed face, “Clearly since you spend your time with the eldest Salvatore brother. I dislike you being around him, but even I can see how you’ve changed him. Yes, he’s an irrational insolent little child,” I send him an eye roll and he smirks, “But even I can admit his change since you’ve come around. That’s the kind of person you are, you insight goodness in others. Being around you changes people. Y/n, you are an amazing human being and I intend to show you how much I appreciate fate for blessing me with you.”
I smile up at Elijah, “You really have a way with words, y’know?”
Elijah lets out a deep chuckle, “Yes, I’ve been told this a few times before,” Elijah reaches a hand down and brushes a piece of hair behind my ear.
“How do you intend to show me?”
Elijah’s upper lip twitches and he brings his fingers down and lightly pinches my cheek, “As much as I’d love to show you, I don’t think I have enough time. And I promised to answer some of your questions.”
I let out a startled cough and nod my head, trying to act chill as hell. Oh lord, this man is freaky deeky.
“Oh ya, um, totally,” I stand up quickly and almost knock Elijah in the nose while doing so. He takes a quick step back in time and releases a chuckle.
“Okay, let me just collect myself real quick,” I take a deep breath as I start pacing my room, “Lots of emotions going around right now.’
“Take your time, Elskan.”
Elijah sits back in my armchair and I watch him. He’s back to his composed self and I wish I was able to be as calm and nonchalant as he is.
“So how old are you exactly?”
“Approximately, 1,200 years old.”
My mouth drops open.
“You’re old as fuck,” I blurt out.
Elijah raises an eyebrow, “You and that language,” He mutters while shaking his head, “But…yes. I am old as fuck.”
A loud snort escapes me and I quickly slap a hand to my mouth. I stare wide-eyed at Elijah, who appears to be quite entertained by my outburst. A light pink tinge covers his cheeks as he stares at me with a soft smile.
“Moving along…what’s your birthday?”
Elijah gives me a confused look, “Why do you ask?”
I put my hands on my hips, “Didn’t you agree to answer all of my questions,” I give him a pointed look and he smirks.
“Yes, I did. My apologies. But birthdays weren’t a big thing when I was born. So all I know was I was born sometime between November and January.”
A sense of sadness fills me, “So you really don’t know what day you were born?”
Elijah shakes his head.
“Alright…,” I tap my chin, “Then we’ll just have to give you one,” I squint my eyes and stare at him. He watches me with an unphased look, “Hmm. I don’t think you’d be a Sagittarius so that leaves either a Scorpio or Capricorn. Scorpio sounds better for you. How about November 15th?”
Elijah places one leg over the other and nods his head, “November 15th it is.”
I nod happily and then sit down on the floor across from him, “Next question…Klaus said that he was able to tell I was his soulmate by my eyes and that the soulmate thing works because I got your human soul. Is all this true?”
Elijah nods, “Like my brother I had dreams of your eyes. They gave me a sense of comfort in my moments of weakness. I knew that when I meant the person who they belonged to I would be wholly devoted to them. And I know for certain now that I was correct,” He smiles down at me but I can’t keep looking at him because I know if I do I’ll let out a stupid giggle. “Cool. Cool. Cool.,” I fiddle with my fingers, “So what exactly comes with this thing,” I gesture between us, “Like, I don’t feel like drinking any blood so I don’t think I’ve developed your hunger. And I’m not like super strong or fast so…that sucks.”
Elijah leans forward in his seat, “From what I’ve read over the years about the bond, you will not have to worry about developing a taste for blood. Nor, will you experience my speed or strength. There isn’t much about soulmates but what some witches have suspected is that when one of of feels a strong emotion, such as pain, our counterpart will also feel it.”
At his comment, I frown.
“Wait. Pain?” Elijah frowns deeply, “I would never want you to feel any pain because of me, Elskan.”
“While you were daggered…I got these strong pains in my chest. It would hurt so bad that sometimes I would pass out. Was that because of the bound?”
“Why did you never tell me about this?”
At Elijah’s concerned tone, I shrug.
“It’s not like we’ve had much time to hang out since you’ve been undaggered, dude.”
Elijah sighs and nods, “It is possible that is the reason.”
“Oh my god,” I jump up slightly, “During the ritual when you guys were trying to kill your brother,” Elijah slightly flinches at the recollection, “I felt like I was having a heart attack and I had blood gushing from my chest. Alaric said it was like I was dying, and honestly it felt like I was,” I cringe, “Was that the bond with Klaus?”
Elijah has a look of horror on his face, “I didn’t know I caused you such pain,” He stands up and rubs a hand over his face, “Elskan, I understand if you never forgive me, but you must know how truly sorry I am. I never wanted this to-.”
“Woah, Elijah. Chill,” I stand up and hold my hands up, “I don’t blame you for what happened. Like at all. I’m just relieved that I have an explanation for what was happening. You have no idea how many medical bills I racked up on Damon’s credit card for all the doctor’s appointments that we went to. I thought I was like actually dying from some unknown disease.”
Elijah looks at me with an odd look, “So you don’t hate me? And also…Damon went with you to the doctor’s?”
I nod, “Ya…it was a weird summer. Many trips upstate. Many diner stops with him as well. If you think his presence is a lot when you’re out in public with him, imagine being stuck in a car with him for hours,” I shiver.
“I will make sure to talk to him and have him send me the bills for your medical expenses so I can take responsibility for it.”
I shake my head and laugh, “Don’t worry about it, Lijah. I like draining him for his money, it pisses him off. Which gives me joy.”
Elijah’s dark mood seems to lighten at my joke.
“Do you have any other questions for me?”
“Ummm. Nope.”
Elijah raises an eyebrow in skepticism, “Really? You don’t seem so sure.”
“Well…there is one question that has been nagging at me,” I look at the wall in front of me and pretend to find the wood interesting.
“And what question would that be?”
“Um, well… I know you like to flirt or whatever, but um…soulmates is kinda a big thing if you didn’t know,” I look back to him and he nods.
“I did know.”
“Well, what exactly do you expect to happen here,” I gesture between him and I.
A look of realization comes over Elijah’s face as he realizes my apprehension.
Elijah releases a breath and stands up. I stand silently as he walks over to me with a soft smile on his face.
“I understand your confusion here. But, I want you to know this, Elskan,” Elijah uses his hand to brush my hair off my shoulder, “I will accept whatever you want. I have waited for you a thousand years, to be in your presence is enough for me. If you want a friend, then I will be a friend. Or,” He lets out a soft breath, “If one day you decide you would like to explore something…deeper. Then I’d be incredibly happy as well. I don’t want you to feel rushed or uncomfortable. So, whatever you decide, I will agree.”
A warmth flows through my chest at his confession.
I try to push back my smile but I can’t seem to help it as I look at the nervous look on his face.
“I’d like a friend,” I say and Elijah seems almost a bit upset.
“Then a friend I will be,” Elijah agrees.
“But…if in the future, after we get to know each other better,” Elijah's eyes widen slightly at what I’m saying, “Maybe we could revisit the idea of something…more.”
Elijah’s smile widens enough to where I can see his slight dimples, “I would like that…very much.”
“Great,” I bite my lip nervously.
“Great,” Elijah responds.
Elijah and I seem to be stuck in a staring contest until a chime from my phone interrupts us.
“Sorry,” I mutter as I pull my phone from my pocket. I frown as I read the text from Matt Donovan.
“What’s wrong?” I look up at Elijah after hearing his concerned voice.
“Someone called in sick for work and Matt needs me to come in and cover her shift,” I groan at the thought of going to work today.
“You have a job?”
“Sadly. But, if I want to pay for college I’m going to need to save up money,” I sigh as I walk over to my desk and start putting some mascara on.
“I’d pay for your college. You don’t need to worry about work,” Elijah’s comment has me turning over my shoulder to look at him.
“Like a sugar daddy?”
Elijah looks incredibly confused, “A what?”
I think it over a moment before shaking my head, “Never mind. But, I would never take your money.”
Elijah shakes his head, “You’re the only one I’d want to spend it on.”
I roll my eyes trying to hide the effect his words are having on me.
“That’s usually not how one friend talks to another,” I jest.
I turn back towards my mirror, that sits on my desk, and I put on some concealer. In the mirror I see Elijah behind me walk up towards me.
“And how exactly do friends talk to one another,” Elijah says and I smirk as I continue blending in my makeup. I feel him stand behind me and pull slightly on a piece of my hair that is hanging down my back. I turn to glare at him and see him smiling at me like the devil.
“Now I see where Kol gets it from,” I snark and Elijah releases a sound of annoyance.
“Please never compare me to my younger brother again,” Elijah says as he wraps a piece of my hair around his finger and twirls it.
I finish up my makeup, stand back up, and face Elijah who smiles down at me.
“Ok…first rule of us being just friends. You’ve got to stop looking at me like that.”
Elijah tilts his head, “Like what?”
I point at his face, “Like that! That handsome smirk you’ve always got on your face.”
“Handsome?”
I let out a frustrated noise, walk over to my sweater, and begin to put it on.
“You’re impossible.”
Elijah comes up behind me and takes my sweater from my hand and helps me put it on.
“Thanks…”
Elijah smiles at me, “What else are friends for?”
I let out a laugh, “Whatever. But…a friend would also give me a ride to work?”
Elijah smiles at me, “I’d be delighted to.”
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“To the Warriors of Invisible Battles”
They will never know—
the weight you carry
in a body that feels like a fragile house
with storms at every window.
Yet here you are,
standing in the ruin,
patching what you can,
finding beauty in cracks
only you can see.
Your pain does not speak for you,
though it roars in silence.
It does not define you,
though it shadows your steps.
What defines you is this:
The way you rise when no one is watching.
The way you find a smile
in the rubble of the hardest days.
The way your heart holds love
when your body holds ache.
Some days, survival is a whisper.
Some days, it’s a battle cry.
And both are triumphs.
You are not weak because you rest.
You are not broken because you hurt.
You are a masterpiece in progress,
proof that the soul
is stronger than any pain.
So when the world feels too heavy,
when the night stretches endless,
remember this:
You are not alone in this fight.
And even now,
you are winning.
- DK
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In every breath,
I find your shadow,
And I crave you,
Endlessly.
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Was I that easy for you to let go?
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if anyone were to ask me what i missed about texas, i’d say it’s the wildflowers. it’ll always be the wildflowers. they just don’t grow the same here. but no one asks me what i miss about texas. because they assume there is nothing to miss about a place like texas. because i’m not in the habit of telling people i’m from texas. because no matter how deeply something has etched itself into your bones there’s a part of you that forgets other people won’t see them. i want to show people what i have made of myself. i asked a doctor to scan my bones so i could know what is written there and he obliged because everyone loves to humor me because they feel they know me better than i know myself because they act as if they can see my bones. and the radiologists wrote their report and said nothing remarkable is here. i asked to see the scans and they told me i’m not allowed. i want to know what i have made of myself. i want to know what i have been made into. i want to cut myself open and make everyone look at my bones and what my bones have become and tell them i told you so. but yeah. my favorites were the lantanas.
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I romanticized the darkest parts of my life, painted pain into shades of poetry, and turned heartache into something beautiful.
I made my suffering feel softer, more bearable, as if giving it meaning could take away the sting.
But some nights, no amount of pretty words can disguise the darkness.
- Daria Synn
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Every details and I don't know why I still have feelings for you
Joanna Glenn, from her novel titled "All My Mothers," originally published in 2021
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I crave how your lips feel against my skin.
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December. The month when things get sad again for no reason. When the sky is dark and life's scary, when the hopes of january are mixed with the reality of december, it's hurting and nostalgic and loud with such painful silence that is now getting difficult to bear.
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First love: I have never been able to love anyone the way I loved you. I loved everything about you.— and It hurts to know that we’ll never be together again, and that you’ll never be the same I loved.
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i found this image to be quite inspirational, thus i wish to share it. you don't have to make something phenomenal much less rather something exceptional. you must first put it out there and tweak things later because you cannot build off of something you put nothing into. some day you'll regret never putting yourself out there.
create beautiful, wonderful things.
~ m.n.
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