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What a Whumperful World!
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nekaii-da
The Reality Is An Illusion.
embertheflamewing
EmberTheFlamewing
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The thing about mastering dissociation so well is that, sometimes you then need to force and push yourself to never dissociate so much that you forget certain wounds and who put them there. You need to make your remember the hurt and the spot and who pulled the trigger. You need to remember the disrespect in order to never allow it again. And for some, trying to not forget is the hardest pain of all.
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I’m sinking and sinking and sinking and I am trying to use my pen as a rope to get out, little did I know it was the shovel digging me deeper all along
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But I am scared of the pen now. It is synonymous to agony.
I know darling, but we need to get write about the hurt before it fades, so we never forget the blade that cut us. Temporary agony is better than Life-long grief
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For the love of pretty flowers and rosy thorns, beautiful butterflies and blinded moths, Harry Potter's artifacts and the beauty of screens and plays and stories, and elegant skins of various tans.
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I hope when I'm eighty with sunken eyes and wrinkled smiles, that you are beside me holding my heart so tight, watching the moonlight with me, making pancakes and sipping tea. I hope you rest your head on my shoulders, telling your aches to only me. I hope you are my happy-ever-lover.♡ -nadheeeee
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Holding onto you like pegs hold on to my blue sweater<3
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I hope when I'm eighty with sunken eyes and wrinkled smiles, that you are beside me holding my heart so tight, watching the moonlight with me, making pancakes and sipping tea. I hope you rest your head on my shoulders, telling your aches to only me. I hope you are my happy-ever-lover.♡ -nadheeeee
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And for the love of giggles of little kids, and tunes of soft sobs at midnight, and for rage and unrelenting passion, and the marveling complexity of our own minds, and for stories written by inks and on fragile screens, the untold tale of every breathing soul and every lonely grave.
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For the love of pretty flowers and rosy thorns, beautiful butterflies and blinded moths, Harry Potter's artifacts and the beauty of screens and plays and stories, and elegant skins of various tans.
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My best friend for a day or a lifetime, God forbid I regret the laughter. Stolen glances and soft smiles:) like the swoon-worthy excerpts of a book I will never write.
@nadh.poetry
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But what they call a sad woman is really walking poetry phrases.
~nadheeeee
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You were my happy ever after. twice a year, mostly in September.
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But I thank authors for writing twisted plots with absolutely psychotic characters. I thank the internet for giving us tons of murder mysteries to watch at 3 am. They gave us the perfect escape. They made us grow up and pretend we have innocent reasons, f or choosing black as our favorite color.
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But you darling, were the only human I fell for, on purpose.
#love#poetry#healing#poetics#writer#quotes#poem#aesthetics#excerpts#bookish#self love#forbidden love#love quotes#love academia#love story#love poem#love posts
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Some handwritten memories became unspeakable.
Wherever the ink ends is the zip of my lips.
Unreadable lines unless you with to unleash streams.
Poetry became forbidden wrecking balls.
That shattered on paper.
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