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pinkyv96 · 2 years
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I’m jealous of the birds.
I wish I could leave whenever it gets cold. Travel as far as I can to be in the sunlight. Soar the skies from dusk till dawn watching the world below me. Seeing the city lights, the sun rise and the sunset. Always in beautiful flocks singing and hardly ever alone and empty. Rarely hunted and with the ability to locate food and build a nest for the ones they love. Have bird houses built for them and food left for them. How beautiful the world would be with no judgements from your kind. No desire to fit in and not belonging to anywhere or anyone nothing holding you back.
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pinkyv96 · 2 years
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I’m not mature.
I’m not
I don’t wish you well.
I hope you lose sleep, I hope you dream about me.
I hope my brown eyes haunt you and you smell my perfume in every room you walk into.
I hope the songs I showed you play on your favorite station everyday. I hope you check my accounts everyday.
People call it being bitter and petty.
In reality I don’t think it’s any of those things. It’s for the first time in forever I don’t crave your love it’s not a delusion. I was delusional for ever wanting love over power and respect
I want to wield so much power that you see the girl who’s heart you broke. The girl who had nothing is the woman with everything.
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pinkyv96 · 2 years
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At 26 I can now see the things social media has ruined about my life. Ruined my ability to enjoy a moment. I will plan things to do, trips to take and parties to have. All for social media posts hoping someone will see and think my life is cooler than it is, that I’m prettier than I actually feel or that my crush will see it and suddenly decide to reciprocate feelings for me. My self confidence seeing where other people are in their lives and feeling like a failure for not being there. Being envious of what other people have, seeing things about my physical appearance I desire to change. My heart sinks over likes on pictures, video views and Snapchat scores. I lose sleep over people I’ve never met and anonymous dms or comments can make someone suicidal . But this passed couple weeks of my break from Snapchat feels like hell.
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pinkyv96 · 2 years
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Sometimes when my mind drifts off, I wonder if you’re thinking about me too. If you remember my laugh, my eyes or my voice. Everyone says if they wanted to they would, but I don’t know if that’s true because I definitely want to and I’m not.
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