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* leo, huan.

‘this is how you lose her’ sentence meme, part one

Junot Díaz is a Dominican American writer, creative writing professor at Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and fiction editor at Boston Review. This sentence meme comes from his short story collection This Is How You Lose Her.

Considering the collection, there’s a lot of references to infidelity and toxic relationships.

Feel free to change things around to better suit your characters!!!

This Is How You Lose Her

I’m not a bad guy. I know how that sounds—defensive, unscrupulous—but it’s true. I’m like everybody else: weak, full of mistakes, but basically good.

You know how it is. A smelly bone like that, better off buried in the backyard of your life.

The thing is, that particular bit of stupidity had been over for months.

You have to listen to me, ____. Or you won’t understand.

So you won’t forget me.

Why don’t you leave me alone?

It’s because I love you.

She’s sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.

You give this to her no matter what happens.

If this was another kind of story, I’d tell you about the sea. What it looks like after it’s been forced into the sky through a blowhole.

What can I tell you? I thought we were on a positive vibe.

What don’t you understand? I. Don’t. Want. To. Be. Here.

I just want some space to myself every now and then. Every time I’m with you I have this sense that you want something from me.

I just wish you’d say you love me.

Can you say you like me a lot?

Can you leave me alone? You’re such a pestilence.

Jealousy is the best way to jump-start a relationship.

They only hit you when they care.

The truth is there ain’t no relationship in the world that doesn’t hit turbulence.

Our relationship wasn’t the sun, the moon, and the stars, but it wasn’t bullshit, either.

Where are the stars?

We look good.

You’re a real bitch, you know that.

I didn’t want to come here. You made me.

If you didn’t want to come, why didn’t you have the fucking guts to say so?

This place is killing me.

And that’s when I know it’s over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it’s the end.

God, you don’t have to be a pussy about it.

This can work. All we have to do is try.

Nilda

I wanted to warn her, tell her he was a monster, but she was already headed for him at the speed of light.

In another universe I probably came out OK, but in this world I had a long dark patch of life like a mile of black ice waiting for me up ahead.

Remember the day we met?

Otravida, Otravez

Yes, but what if it had been me? What would you have done?

You have to learn to trust your men.

In those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.

She has a mouth like unswept glass—when you least expect it she cuts you.

How many get to this point? Only the ones who never swerve, who never make mistakes, who are never unlucky.

Please, please, my love, tell me what it is. How long did it take before I stopped mattering?

Why? Did you see anything wrong?

You must not think on these things. Keep them out of your mind. You do not want to go crazy from them.

Here there are calamities without end—but sometimes I can clearly see us in the future, and it is good.

I already told you it’s over. What else do you want?

You women never know how to leave things alone. You never know how to let go.

You are on your way to another life. You won’t have time to miss me.

Yes, I will. I’ll probably be over to visit you every day.

You won’t have the time.

I will if I make time. Are you trying to get rid of me?

I guess it’s true what they say: if you wait long enough everything changes.

This is what I know: people’s hopes go on forever.

I would never go back. Not for anything. Not for anyone.

#abuse mention cw #i LOVE.

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take THIS TEST for your muse & post the results ! repost , don’t reblog !

warmth : 50 % ( supportive , comforting / cold, selfish ) intellect : 30 % ( instinctive , unstable ) emotional stability : 74 % ( level headed , calm ) aggressiveness : 50 % ( modest , docile / controlling, tough ) liveliness : 90 % ( wild , fun loving ) dutifulness : 38 % ( untraditonal , rebellious ) social assertiveness : 90 % ( uninhibited , bold ) sensitivity : 38 % ( course , tough ) paranoia : 54 % ( wary. suspicious ) abstractness : 78 % ( strange , imaginative ) introversion : 18 % ( open , friendly ) anxiety : 30 % ( confident , self - assured ) openmindedness : 78 % ( curious , exploratory ) independence : 10 % ( outgoing, social ) perfectionism : 18 % ( disorganized, messy ) tension : 34 % ( relaxed , cool )

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joan sheehan. pre. play the fool; he's a better card than you think and he knows better how to breathe

#👻 ( aesthetic ) ᵈᵃᶰᶜᶤᶰᵍ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶠᶤʳᵉˡᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᶤᶰ ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵒᵒᵐ #fun facts: i took a picture of those mints awhile back bc they made me think of joan slfks #finally... me blocking aisles to take pictures is being put to gOOD USE

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there is a moment of quiet, and as with all the other’s it’s so dull it’s suffocating. you understand that some people prefer these times, that they must exist, but you do not have to like them. you will banish them, or walk away and leave people to it. & you will, after you untangle yourself from this conversation. you will do it gracefully: you don’t mind being honest, that has never been the problem, you just don’t want to be here too long; the world doesn’t wait for you to speak the obvious. ❛ sadness is, skyler: you cannot tell it, me, or anyone where it belongs. society can’t define it, we all see it too differently, ❜ you will not condemn it for existing, nor for choosing you: you will let it burrow beneath your ribs & stay until you understand your relationship with it. then, you will bargain with it, you will make deals, and actions until it releases you. if you don’t allow it a chance, it will come back akin to a scorned lover. ❛ how cruel is it to judge something before we even understand it? ❜

@avcnging. ❝ you have a sadness living in places sadness shouldn’t live. ❞

#avcnging #bOOOOY

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( switchblcdes . nadja. )

( @falsaspe )

Stupid fucking hippie, Nadja scowled at the citrine necklace that clinked the glass pitcher in her hands ( as annoying at the man who gave it to her ), as she made her way through the rowdy crowd. It was rare that she served anyone drinks, but since she and Nazlie had aired their grievances like a fucking early FESTIVUS, she’d been trying–in her own grumbling way–to perform small acts of kindness as penance. That, and after having spent so much time as the sole proprietor, she’d grown used to pouring a few drinks here and there. Life was BETTER with Nazlie El Helani and, despite the frown burned into her face by the grip of dry lips around a pall mall 100 ( one of her least favorite cheap smokes ), she was pretty fucking happy.

It was the small frame of the girl that caught her eye first; a small twig bends easier than it BREAKS, but Nadja was pretty sure the little ones broke a lot easier now than they ever had before. Brows knitted in a small gesture of concern and she parted her lips softly to exhale around the cigarette as she set the drinks down at the table, gaze still focused on the small brunette making her way through the crowded bar. Cursing under her breath, Nadja made her way to the bar, dropping off the serving tray and narrowing her eyes at the girl–citrine still hanging from her neck–before clearing her throat and speaking. “Aren’t you a little fucking short for a stormtrooper?” The question hung in the air, a filigree of smoke surrounding it like the flash of a tattooer who tried too hard. “Are you lost or here for drinks?” She wasn’t in the business of offering every fucking Dorothy and Toto directions back home.

you are certainly not perfect, and would never want to be for fear of being boring: you still have to curb thoughts more judgmental than you would care to speak. it is personal preference that you don’t care much for the bar vibe, & that certainly isn’t their fault. when making your way through, you speak as loud as they, though, polite: you excuse yourself for interrupting their vibe. you’re only looking for the most likely of people that your brother would hang around; he hasn’t been troubled for some time, but you’ve always thought places like these fit him well. lots of people to dig into.

you should’ve seen it coming. you are too young to drink, not that it’s stopped you before, & you should have figured you’d be called out. a bit odd that it’s on height first it’s not truly indicitive of age past a point, but, whatever. ❛ aren’t you a little edgy for a grown woman? ❜ & it is jest that makes it’s way out first: to each their own. you think she looks as she speaks: a balance of aesthetic and body. you wonder about the soul, wonder if he would have, ❛ KIDDING. just looking for somebody. thought he might be here. ❜ she’s tall, not intimidating. the social world, you think, is a wonder when you think of auras and disregard the physical body; you pay little mind, & perhaps that’s why, or maybe you are simply inattentive, you’ve certainly got that descriptor before now. ❛ it seems like he isn’t, but a little extra looking & asking wouldn’t hurt, would it? ❜

#switchblcdes

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flippancies . jackie.

@falsaspe — closed starter.

“so what’s this supposed to do, again ? predict my future ? ” jackie flicked through the thick deck of cards, feeling its swift shuffling beneath the skin of her thumb. once the deck’s motion stopped, she drew one with two dainty fingers, and flipped the card to see its face. this one depicted a horse-riding skeleton bearing the armor of a knight, the word DEATH written at the bottom. the girl scoffed. “ huh. this one’s accurate ! figures. ”

you smile bright, no real need correcting her, but you do quite enjoy speaking. ❛ sure, in part. it can do tons of things. ❜ you are cross legged, one hand under chin as other reaches for deck. ❛ there are spreads; true love, or three card, or whatever else. depends what you’re looking for out of them. ❜ you don’t blink an eye at DEATH; he is a part of life, & that isn’t always bad. you’re rather fond of him: your brother flashed him at you with such gusto, looked so joyed it’s like being in the company of a friend. ❛ you’ve drawn him without context; he’s meaningless like this. ❜

#flippancies #BOY this is my favorite thread alreadY

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nvmbskull . colton.

( @falsaspe + the meme for people who hate happiness ! )

5. my muse coming to yours after they’ve been critically injured

colton almost liked it. almost. if didn’t know better — if he didn’t know he was bleeding out — he would’ve thought he was tripping. if this was how it felt to die then he didn’t really see the problem with it. yeah, the injury to his back fucking hurt like a bitch. at least he could say the biter wasn’t the one that got him. the whole reason he was in this situation was because he wasn’t paying attention. mind elsewhere. and that fucking rotter snuck up on him, practically tackled him into the garbage ; and some idiot must’ve thrown in a knife or something because the next thing he knew, he was plunging his own through the temple of his attacker and cussing like no tomorrow about the searing agony just below his shoulder blade. a place he couldn’t reach.

the lack of blood made him all dizzy. vision blurry. it felt like he hadn’t eaten in days. it felt like he was on one of his coke bingers, something he hadn’t done in so long. too long. what was happening again ? yeah, that’s right. trying to find help. someone, anyone, that could patch him up. give him a spot to sit. he had an energy bar in his backpack, he was just saving it. felt kinda pointless to eat it now when he might up end up dying. not that he was saving it for someone else, he didn’t care about them —

“yo !” the trader called the second he caught sight of a feminine figure. he probably looked drunk, waving around like that. “you’re not busy, are you ? ‘cause i could use a little stitchin’.” he kinda twisted about as if to show off that the knife or whatever had pierced through his jacket and shirt, right into his flesh. it made him stumble a little but he didn’t fall, thank god. “you know how to sew, right ? i mean… you’re a girl.”

you are not unnecessarily cruel, you simply do not have that seed planted among the others: for fear of overgrowth, for fear of it taking over. but you are important too you exist, have a soul, and therefore you warrant care. if there is reason to think that someone is coming to your home with a match, you shouldn’t let them get so far. you should be upfront, stop them. you are not like your brother: you are a go-getter, you do not let the fates run their course, & will not so long as it causes unneeded harm. this isn’t so serious, but you cannot stop the words from coming out. ❛ i don’t carry a sewing . . . kit on my person. ❜ & he is so wrong, beyond it: you could never sit still long enough to sew your own clothes. besides, holes add character perhaps not those of the flesh, though, & despite crude insinuation, you feel drawn in. his energy is rank, that doesn’t have to mean unapproachable.

you greet him with a soft touch on his shoulder when you come close, you are even gentle as you urge him to turn again. ❛ i’ve got a couple bandages in my bag. if you want to take your shirt off, i’ll cover it until we get to someone who can actually sew. ❜ your mind is running a thousand miles a minute, but your mouth can only move so quick, and this is all that’s made it out, so far. your fingers trail torn fabric, soft, soft, soft & you really do feel bad: it was an okay piece of clothing. is that important? not really, and yet. ❛ i have another jacket you can borrow, if you want. after. ❜ it’s alistair’s, otherwise you would be more than glad to simply give it to him.

#nvmbskull #joan vc: ur aura is nasty but like. w/e u know??

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MILK & HONEY POETRY RP STARTERS BY RUPI KAUR. PART 1. FEEL FREE TO MODIFY PRONOUNS.

❛ we are capable of love but choose to be toxic. ❜ ❛ you have a sadness living in places sadness shouldn’t live. ❜ ❛ i’m difficult to forget and not easy for the mind to follow. ❜ ❛ you are a war. ❜ ❛ every revolution starts and ends with his lips. ❜ ❛ the truth is.. you make me speechless ❜ ❛ he makes my tongue so weak it forgets what language to speak in. ❜ ❛ what drives you crazy? what keeps you up at night? ❜ ❛ so that’s what you do.. you command attention. ❜ ❛ you look like you smell of honey and no pain. ❜ ❛ i always get myself into this mess. ❜ ❛ i’m a dreamer and that will be the death of me. ❜ ❛ you were so distant. i forgot you were there at all. ❜ ❛ don’t mistake salt for sugar. if he wants to be with you.. he will. ❜ ❛ you were temptingly beautiful but stung when i got too close. ❜ ❛ don’t come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me. ❜ ❛ the thing worth holding on would of never let go. ❜ ❛ love made the danger in you look like safety. ❜ ❛ i don’t grieve.. i shatter. ❜ ❛ when i’m angry, i don’t yell i burn. ❜ ❛ we began with honesty. let us end in it, too. ❜ ❛ your voice alone drives me to tears. ❜ ❛ like a broken promise.. let it go. ❜ ❛ our backs tell stories no books have have the spine to carry. ❜ ❛ you were a dragon long before he came around and said you could fly. you will remain a dragon long after he’s left. ❜ ❛ the world gives you so much pain, and here you are making gold out of it. ❜ ❛ you split me open in the most honest way there is. ❜

#i might turn these into threads?? i ... love milk & honey.#👻 ( meme ) ᵗʷᶤˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵗᵘᶰᵉ ᵗᶤˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵍᶤᶜᶤᵃᶰ ˢᵐᶤˡᵉˢ

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Favorite color and favorite example of said color?

yellow my grandma was always changing something, whether it was reorganizing, painting, putting up new cabinets. you would be there one weekend, and the next, you would hardly recognize it, the kitchen especially. but in all her years, she never repainted the outside of the house: it’s been painted yellow as long as i can remember. she also had a t-shirt with i think flowers on it, or maybe birds, that was yellow, and a pair of - also yellow - shorts to go with it. she wore stuff like that all the time when we would go to pick strawberries. it’s a very sentimental and welcoming color to me.

#Anonymous #this was originally sent during uhh mun hour sO i'm answering it For Me.#on top of this most of my shirts are yellow SO.

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Trick or Treat ! 🎃

👍👍

#rcsefire

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indiana stokley aesthetic. trick or treat. @bittcrglory.

#love u noodle.... love ur Daughter.

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Ashley, Cynthia, Elliot

❛ WED ELLIOT, bed cynthia, and behead ashley i can’t imagine she’d like to be bedded or wedded. ❜

@conflicticn, @rcsilicnce, @ashhes.

#Anonymous #joan vc: consent is SEXY guess i have to behead ashley !!!

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mj, david, elliott

❛ I’D WED MJ in a heartbeat. she’s rather sweet, isn’t she? i’ll bed elliot, only because i’m not sure david wants to be … bedded. though he probably also doesn’t want to be beheaded. ❜

@traiitorous, @inardescos, @conflicticn.

#Anonymous #this is where joan would text david 'dtf?' sflkjs

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sothasiil-archive:

send me three names. characters, celebrities, tumblr users… anything. go.

& leo.

let's play "bed, wed, behead".

#👻 ( meme ) ᵗʷᶤˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵗᵘᶰᵉ ᵗᶤˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵍᶤᶜᶤᵃᶰ ˢᵐᶤˡᵉˢ #!!!

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