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literature-cult · 2 years

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the dark, dark realization that we're growing up

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vodkatales · 2 years

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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.

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threewordusername · 5 months

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i never wanted you to leave.

six-word poem.

d.b.a

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ivynightshade · 1 year

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fatima aamer bilal, from all hunger is, is love.

[text id: oh, how i would pray to get sick so my mother would take care of me.]

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thesewordsaremymusings · 6 months

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“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”

-m.n.

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fatimaamerbilal · 2 years

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fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.

[text id: i want to embrace you so closely that our bodies would become one.]

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mochixkisses · 29 days

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i need you more than i need the air that we breathe.

#mochi's musings #yandere #lovesick #soft yandere #yandere gf #yandere thoughts #yandere community #yanderecore #yancore #yanblr #excerpt from my journal

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freyjuseggr · 2 months

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Freyja, I pray that you allow passion to overtake me. For everything. Life, friends, art, everything. My Lady, my fire, my passion, do not allow me to be an empty hole forever. Fill me with desire, make it burn. I want to burn again -Yours forever, N

#excerpt from my journal today. written in place of an offering #freyja

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wordsfromwise · 5 months

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heartstringsandbrokenthings · 11 months

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i’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, i am afraid of being unravelled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here

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demigods-posts · 1 month

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You're the Winner, @demigods-posts

or, an excerpt from a one-shot rotting away in my drafts.

. . .

"Do you want me as your daughter?"

It was a question Annabeth had asked herself her entire life. She thought she got the answer at seven when she ran away from home for the first time. She thought she got the answer at twelve when she returned, numb to the outside world and to a father's love, but hopeful that they could heal what was broken. She thought she got the answer at seventeen when it seemed like they were making progress, like they were finally becoming the family she had always wanted.

But now?

Annabeth stared at the man before her, the silence so deafening that her senses hightened to compensate. She could feel every strand of her hair against her face. The tension in the room fit like a noose. The agape expression on his face like gravity. This was going to kill her, and she knew it.

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#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #pjo headcanon #pjo fanfic #pjo oneshot #annabeth chase headcanon #annabeth chase angst #annabeth and frederick #excerpt from my journal #excerpt from my drafts

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deargravity · 4 months

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akashi seijuro

akashi one day, maybe i'll be old enough to say that life isn't fair without flinching or tasting it bitterly in my mouth and i'm going to have learned this the hard way because i grew up with my father and i never knew how to start looking for my mother seijuro.

akashi i didn't know where to look for her because i was too young to understand the completeness of her death but not young enough to be exempt from that grief or the burden of being my father's son seijuro.

akashi i hit the ground running, even if i don't know what i'm chasing, even when all i want to do is stop seijuro.

akashi how long before my life is my own? will i even know what to do when i don't spend so much time trying to keep my head above the water? seijuro.

akashi i say i've already begun to tear apart, but i've always needed two of myself to stay alive - i can only be one thing at a time: mama's boy or father's son seijuro.

akashi one of me is searching for mother and the other one is me, desperate to please father because maybe this time will be enough, i'll be enough and he'll stop shooting at my heels so i can stop running from him seijuro.

akashi the other me is the son my father has always wanted, but he's also paper thin, also inadequate seijuro.

akashi what keeps me safe with my father does not keep me happy in my life and i can't reconcile the two but the only time this friction doesn't exist is when i'm playing basketball with my friends seijuro.

akashi i love my friends but i've always had to work to earn being loved at home so if they discover any of my inadequacies, they'll leave me and i have to compensate, i have to compensate, i have to never falter, i have to prove myself as something worth staying for and if i can't be loved, i could be worshipped, please don't leave me seijuro.

akashi i love my friends and i miss my mother and the only time i can do both simultaneously is when i'm on the court and i can't afford to lose this and i'll do anything to keep it, even if it means becoming someone else, someone unrecognisable seijuro.

#knb #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro #akashi seijirou #akashi seijūrō #kuroko's basketball #my boyyyyyy i will love you forever #excerpt from a journal page i dedicated to akashi because i cldnt stop thinking about it #i will talk about akashi for 6 hours to anyone who will listen #to each their own interpretation but this is mine #akashi studied through the eyes of someone who also has osdd #he's just my baby

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vodkatales · 2 years

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How can we be allowed to feel so much for people who don't feel anything for us?

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threewordusername · 1 month

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once again, i feel so empty.

six-word poem.

d.b.a

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ivynightshade · 8 months

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fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.

[text id: but darling, i destroy everything i love. / like my favourite cup that i held a little too tightly because i was afraid that it would fall and break into pieces. / it shattered in my hands.]

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etheries1015 · 25 days

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"I'm just so tired of being alone," you sob into your hands, body shaking with tears rushing like waterfalls down your eyes. A pair of warm arms wrap around you, kissing the top of your head.

"I understand," The voice rings in your ears, a comforting familiar voice causing you to bite down on your bottom lip and hold back choked sobs. "I'm here for you," their grip tightens.

Your crying broke loose and became louder as you continued to hug the warm blanket around your cold body, unable to control the sorrowful wails that left your raw throat. The voice faded and you knew you were alone.

Thus there you were, left in an empty room with nothing but your sobs and a pitiful imagination.

#etheries rants💜✨#an excerpt from my personal journal.#I dont share my personal works much #but im having a particularly bad day.

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