#words of mine
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lipslikethegardensofbabylon · 8 months ago
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nightmareevara · 7 months ago
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You say you love me but would you stay till the end though?
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msterpicasso · 2 years ago
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Making money & protecting my peace & sanity are the only two things that are on my mind right now.
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wolkenleere · 1 year ago
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I keep wondering if you miss me like I miss you. If you think about me like I think of you. If you smile seeing me in your notifications like I do. If you even care about me like I care about you.
wolkenleere
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cocoabuttavasa · 9 months ago
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you are too full of life and love to be half loved by someone. you deserve a love that feels satiating for your spirit. you deserve a love that makes you feel seen. you deserve a love that makes you feel heard. you deserve a love that listens and a love that is patient. you deserve a love that is kind and a love that feels warm. you deserve a love that makes your heart explode and a love that sends shivers down your spine. you deserve a love that takes the time to study you, that takes the time to understand your mind. you deserve a love that is patient and compassionate. you deserve a love that grows old. you deserve a love that doesn’t judge but instead accepts you wholeheartedly; flaws and all. you deserve a love that sends tingles through your whole body and leaves butterflies swarming in your stomach. you deserve a love that gives you 80 on the days that you can only give 20. you deserve a love that sends you into overdrive at the slightest thought of their touch. you deserve a love that lasts. you see how you simply read this, you deserve a love that is simple and extraordinary all in one. you deserve to be felt, you deserve to be loved. you deserve love.
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deadlypoetacademia · 1 year ago
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The academic urge to study like Hermione Granger
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theuncoolguy · 2 months ago
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I feel like im losing myself. Im not 'me' anymore.
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chirpyblues · 3 months ago
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"I was once a petal, now I'm the thorn."
You start out in this world with so much childish wonder and innocence. People telling you stories of magic and Santa Claus because you're so new to this harsh world, you'd believe all the wondrous tales. You start out from love, always. You won't remember it but think of yourself as a child looking at a roof of trees and sunlight peeking in for the first time. (Or simply a sunset, always a magical wonder.) And then, slowly, reality bears upon us, claws freshly manicured.
I used to be a "social butterfly" once, as a friend called it. I used to be a pure optimist too. With a glorious outlook on life and future; someone not so much forgetting the obstacles of life, as just counting them a little less. This was before things made as much sense to me as they do now, of course.
I'm still an optimist, tragedy (or life) stricken or not. I still like to talk to people. But you know how circumstances dim your colour a little? Make you a little worn out? That, we become that through the years.
Just like any other thing or plant or animal, we become a little worn out and bear marks and reminders of how far we've come. I'm not talking of when tragedy strikes you afresh, rather about the parcel of pain that you end up carrying everyday after having been hurt and wanting to protect yourself from the realities of the world in your best capacity.
I was once a petal. Full of smiles, full of unfiltered pure hope, full of childish wonder and belief in people. Now I'm the thorn that is full of brutal honesty, who trusts less and doubts more. I'm in no way melancholic about who I am now or regretful of who I was. What I am is at peace with myself, which is probably one of the best things a human can choose to be.
You're never fully a thorn or petal on any day. It's like those icons in journals these days that you must have seen somewhere, doodles of a spectrum from sad to smiley faces. Everyday, you're somewhat of a thorn and somewhat of a petal. Everyday, you either lean on one side heavily or the other. On the days your thorns are sharpest, you're still a petal, so do not go on hating yourself. And on the days your petals are in full bedazzle mode, you'd have been a tiny thorn without even realising it. Varies like the weather. But every single day, my reader, you're a rose.
~ Shreeya.
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wedarkacademia · 2 years ago
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I kept your laugh as a bookmark in my story.
~ Pia, excerpt from If I Have You, I Still Have Hope
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americanhell · 1 year ago
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lipslikethegardensofbabylon · 8 months ago
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mood since april 19th
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thewaitingluna · 7 months ago
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Nothing feels real anymore.
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wolkenleere · 10 months ago
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Another letter you'll never get
I'm still here wondering if you think about me. Perhaps when you see a quote or listen to a song that I showed you. Or maybe you see something and think, "I'd love to tell her about this". I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop wondering about you. You are so deep in my thoughts, in my heart I think it's impossible to remove you from these places.
wolkenleere
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cocoabuttavasa · 9 months ago
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while we evolve and bloom, our hair gets greyer in colour, our conversations increasingly become more conscious and liberating for our souls and our love continues to flourish and get wiser. imagine. 🪻
21/03/2024
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deadlypoetacademia · 1 year ago
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Some days i question my sanity, some days i question my insanity
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withlovemegxo · 1 year ago
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In a world post you:
I will not beg for someone’s attention
Will not sit by my phone waiting
While someone stares at theirs ignoring my existence
like I am a pawn in their game
a blind mouse in their thesis project
I will not give more of myself
than is deserved than is earned
much like respect I require effort
I am not a consolation prize nor a blue ribbon
I am so much more than anything that can be won
I will not lay at anyone’s feet begging for table scraps
like the stray brought in by the heroic master
I cut the strings you used to puppeteer me and now I am free
Like the wind in spring
Or during a hurricane
You cannot bottle me up
I am not something anyone can claim
I will never be the person I was before I met you
Nor the person I was with you
My edges have become sharp
like the knife you left in my spine
like the pieces of my heart that lay shattered
in the floorboard of my car
on the ground of your parking lot
and on the bottoms of your shoes
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