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only-ives-writings · 2 months
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In a Memphis coffee shop
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only-ives-writings · 2 months
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Whoever thought that the conflict between Israel and Philistine is on the land, just walking in darkness.
The curse of the firstborn's blessings ☠️
♦ Ismael was Abraham (the father of our nation) firstborn's son from the maid Hagar. Yet Ismael He did not receive the blessing of the firstborn . The one who received the blessing was his brother Yitzchak ben Sarah who received the blessing of birthright. We are guessing that he did not sit down and clap his hands in applause for Yitzchak who received the blessing instead. Ishmael created the seeds of jealousy.
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only-ives-writings · 3 months
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Unbearable
You are unbearable
In a way that I want to bite your bottom lip
To see if they taste as strawberry as they look
In a way that I look into a bookstore's window
And laugh at your pretentious love of
Embossed leather bound journals, like the one on the display
In a way that I try to place a song I've randomly hummed
Only to remember it because you keep belting it
In the shower while you use all the hot water to rinse your hair dye
In a way that I force forkfuls of the meat pie you've burnt in my maw
And resign myself to the loss of sweaters
And the presence of little birds with broken wings
You are unbearable in that
I have no money to buy you that journal,
Or the joy in my voice to sing that song like I'm praising a kinder god
I can only stomach food made by other hands
But they don't feel like home, they don't know how to make it like you do
You are unbearable in that
I know where you keep my sweaters, because I creep in
To drink your perfume and have my universe centered.
I cannot bear to kiss you, through it all, and break the mysticism if I knew
You don't taste like the sweetest fruit.
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only-ives-writings · 3 months
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only-ives-writings · 7 months
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Couldn't Be Better
This is to us
And how we live our life like a dream
(A torn tee shirt stuffed in my mouth
To muff out my screams)
Especially to you, with your body like marble carved
And you've lived this long because you've never starved
(Since you dine on my miseries like a queen
With your lacquered-lipped smile to end scene)
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only-ives-writings · 7 months
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Occasionally, I'd remember that I need to do some actual work for my novel writing outside of writing novels.
To try to get back to a project that I've left for too long, I'm plotting with index cards! (Well, technically, they're scrap cardstock for scrapbooking because why spend extra money when you have these?) I don't know why, though, because I now want to work on another novel, an interracial romcom set in S. Korea.
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only-ives-writings · 8 months
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only-ives-writings · 8 months
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Probably not.
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only-ives-writings · 8 months
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only-ives-writings · 8 months
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Idk why the text background was like that, but whatever.
Anyway: 📖 📕 📘 📗 📓 📚 📖
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only-ives-writings · 8 months
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5 posts!
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only-ives-writings · 8 months
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I'm bleeding out of my mouth, love
And I'm drooling through my teeth, love
And I'm sweating out the sick, love
And I'm pissing out the sex, love
This isn't necromancy, love, just the steps to it.
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only-ives-writings · 8 months
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only-ives-writings · 8 months
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Empty Room
I won't ask you to shake off the nonsense,
Because it's all you've known,
But keep the suggestion in the back of your head
K?
Because you're tired.
You've rolled with the punches so long
You're waiting for that perfect side-eye
To start bobbing and weaving.
You don't know how crazy you look
To the kids on the train.
What life is there if there's no
Staying on your guard?
But, baby, put the knife down,
Spit out the teeth and liquor.
You ain't Atlas - shrug it off.
Stop acting the fool in this empty room.
B&N
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only-ives-writings · 8 months
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only-ives-writings · 8 months
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And it's a go!
Only the thistle survived.
Only the goddamn thistle survived
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only-ives-writings · 8 months
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This is supposed to be a sapphic romance...
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