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ar1zona424 · 2 years
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Anaïs Nin, from from Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937
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Lift them up.
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ar1zona424 · 2 years
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Refrigerated Heart
ride the train.
the fast one.
run to nobody
by mitski
not because your alone
but because your independent
put your heart in the fridge
not because you’re ice cold,
but just cold to touch
if anything thats part of the appeal anyway
by keeping your heart in the fridge,
you can preserve it
make them believe that you put up with their bullshit
kill them with kindness, not love
minimise the myocardium damage
however maximise the amount of myocardia
that it can damage
then get the train home
armed with flowers,
the kind of kisses that leave scars
and your poor heart left defrosting in a box
the fast train,
so you can run back home
with your heart on your sleeve,
open the fridge
keep the heart bolted
don’t worry about it’s fragility
what’s not to love?
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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what goes on upstairs.
my heart’s an open door.
the house is overcrowded
though nobody tends to get upstairs
nor leave when they do manage to get there
but you
you’re the anomaly
your the reason upstairs tries to tell itself
that nobody really wants to be in the house.
Anymore.
~a.a
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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damn i havent written in ages. i’ll be back when im not making tea, you can decide which kind xoxo
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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gardening.
if it’s been proven
that your brain can grow
long, meandering flowers of knowledge
why would you limit yourself to soil
when you can have a bouquet?
why would you stop watering the pot?
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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97%
beneath the makeup and kind face we put on
lies
the tear stains of years of discrimination
misogyny, judgement, hatred
doors closed before opened,
97%.
when we begin to take the mask off, you dont listen to us
because men matter too
they didnt have to put the mask on in the first place.
-man, i feel like a woman.
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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don’t let the darkness consume you, when you’ve yet to experience the light.
~a.a
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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paper hearts.
You never ripped me
not even close
but god did you try.
I was left crumpled by the end
and as much as i try to flatten myself out
Scars always stay
- a.a
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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life lessons.
capitalism has taught me that
when i grow up
i shouldn’t be what i want
but rather make enough money
to buy what i want
oh
and survive
~a.a
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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just friends.
i fell in love.
but they didn’t love me
so now neither do i
climbed back up.
mutual. just friends.
my friend who got sad because i’d rather stay that way
now, at least.
maybe they fell for me
maybe they fell as i desperately tried to climb back up
missed opportunity.
total fuck up.
another to write in the ‘first-time’ list
first accidental rejection.
first time breaking a heart.
~a.a
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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silence.
as the world goes quiet
i stay awake
no deadlines to meet
expectations to exceed
chores to complete
alone
by myself
freedom
for myself
- night-owl
~a.a
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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reconciliation.
the thing they don’t tell you
about reconnecting years later
is that
when the tears stopped running
and the love eventually left
the friendship inevitably followed
~a.a
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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talking at me.
sometimes i can't understand why
you tell me the thoughts in my head and
expect them to be anywhere
close
-galaxies away
~a.a
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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sea shanty.
even when i feel like im drowning
in my own head
or the waves are just a little too strong
and i think i wont make it
you are the boat
that makes me hold on.
~a.a
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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chess.
I was a pawn in your game
but you've played with the board
too many times
predictable
finally enough pieces gone,
So now you can’t play
and new pawns are uninterested
-infamy
~a.a
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ar1zona424 · 3 years
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window shopping.
it took till may
to hit
all at once
i weeped, watching the train
from my window
begging it to take me too
because the train goes to where i am used to
and only then would the bad dream go away
~ a.a
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