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suffering-is-cute · 6 months
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I threw my dreams out into the daylight, and still, they wouldn't grow
never silenced, never silenced, silent, but never once silenced. you were moving through the frost, bulbs blooming patiently only when the time of snow melted away and said a warm 'goodbye'.
pithy smiles say pert lips' name and rub at the place where your spine hurts, soothing with low movements. your posture cracks and wail into the pillow, my love, i wanted your concerns to disapparate before me.
i may have been hoping to teach you to remember the feeling of dreaming and letting the wind carry you away in enthusiasm.
still, the bulbs came to blossom, blocking out every blade of grass that had sliced you clean through with stains.
the almonds cried and the willows shrieked. and again, autumn shirked its job to watch you romp, humouring us till the hour's end.
drive with me here, won't you? a terrifically fast clamour. clamp down on your straw hat, to keep the braids from flying apart and out, up, away.
we have today and tomorrow and forever waiting in front of us. don't be sad to say goodbye to what you so dearly loved, don't say anything at all. just run with me, won't you. run with me, dance with me, laugh with me
most of all, cry with me, into my shoulder.
I threw my back out, and still my dreams couldn't grow in the weeds.
most of all, cry with me, cry with me, don't say anything at all.
- verdure version II (throwing it away)
1. Nov. 2023
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having an awful time with anxiety, guilt, and depression as of late so I thought I would put some of things that I have been needing to hear out into the world:
you are worthy of love just the way you are, the good things and the flaws make you a whole, wonderful person.
fuck ups, big or small, happen. you are not the only person they happen to, and you will be okay.
you’re not stupid for making a mistake, no matter how big.
you can do hard things, even when you feel like you can’t.
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hermoonlitroses · 1 year
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“The pain you have buried somewhere in the corner of your heart, will finally see the light of the day as you find ease-warmth and comfort in the words of your Lord” ~ My mother said to me as her beautiful dark brown eyes shifted their gaze from me to the beloved moon. 
“Will it get better though?” | I asked.
“It will get better, trust me it will, and it does! As the time passes by the pain won’t stay as bad or severe as it is right now! That ache or pain in your heart is just as temporary as the temporary world that has caused it my love” –“You need to always remember that your heart can carry what mountains could not bear” if the pain gets unbearable then remember the words of your Lord that with every hardship there (will be) ease… indeed with hardship there will be ease. And even after all this if you still feel you need comforting then always remember that I’m here. You can come home to me and put your head on my shoulder, and share your sorrows of your heart.
-Hermoonlitroses
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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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“I believed you even when I knew you were lying.”
- S. C. C.
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threewordusername · 4 months
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i never wanted you to leave.
six-word poem.
d.b.a
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charmingwinds · 3 months
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I read somewhere that the act of peeling oranges for someone is considered love. I found it stupid.
Then one day, I was home after a tiring day and there were oranges sitting on the counter. I knew they had to be eaten that day, a day later, they’d be rotten.
I was just too tired.
I completed my chores, and the oranges were still there, colourful and nudging, hoping I’d pick them up.
I walked past, and found my bed. My head comfortably rested on the pillows.
Those damn oranges.
I got up, sat on the counter and peeled them grudgingly. As I ate in silence, I understood what they meant. It was love alright, not peeling oranges but being taken care of.
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ninasdrafts · 1 month
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“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”
-m.n.
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suffering-is-cute · 6 months
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emerald dreams remind me that guilt on my face looks a lot like love. i am no different from Oz or his domain,
no different from a magician invoking his tricks. my love is
spun lies and gilt armour, letting myself be caught with the shrewdness of a cat that wants to be domesticated.
sometimes i do feel it pressing upon me, the solemnity of the fact that there is only one way and i have made no mistake upon discerning it.
why is it that you will only be loved when you lie?
difficult things. sometimes, i have learned through trial, you are not made of a substance that gleams and flitters like fireflies. you are a lump of fool’s gold, that in the right hands, can be sold for a price, a value, far above your station.
if you can solder together a steam train, passengers of tricks and mischief on board, isn’t that a skill? you can be yokai, traditionally enamoured by princes of old.
but you know, no one good sees it that way.
they see an intruder in a sloppily painted mask,
an amateur intruding into the rooms of the crown.
so when you and i get caught, we play it off as looking for a job. give a careless smile, flaunt our broad knowledge of topics and mind of steely quicksilver. we act your pretty fool.
never let it be said that we can’t adapt to the part the script’s written us for.
we slip into the palace searching, hoping for an eye so true it can lay our vulnerabilities bare.
if only we’d ever been caught.
singular emerald in the pawnshop of neverland
5. Nov. 2023
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vomitingwords · 1 month
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"I don't want to think about it now," one of my closest friends once told me. "I'll think about what I can do once I'm already in that situation," she even added.
Before we got into this conversation, I was ranting about my life. And why are things not happening the way I want them to? As if the universe is against what I want. These past few months have quite stressed me out, and I don't have anyone to tell these things to. Because, honestly, I never wanted to bother anyone. I am just a typical person who keeps things to herself. Especially if it's too personal for me to share.
Earlier, while I was traveling to work, this conversation struck me once again. And I just remembered that I also said that before to someone I know. I used to think that way. I used to tell other people the same phrase every time they asked me what I would do if I were in a certain situation. And you see, I used to not overthink too much. Yes, I am an overthinker, but not to the point that I am experiencing now. I just thought that my overthinking got the best of me. I'm on the verge of quitting everything that I'm passionate about. In short, I was so close to giving up and stopping everything that makes my heart feel alive. I haven't felt so genuine in a while, as if everything I wrote was nothing but mere words that have no meaning at all. Something I don't really feel like writing about. I stopped having a long conversation with anyone. I stopped listening to what they really had to say. And just think, think, and think until it's time for me to go to sleep.
But then I remembered who I was before. I remembered that girl who doesn't easily give up on things just because she's stressed out. I remembered that girl who loved to lift people up with her words. I remembered someone who would not let anyone stop her from achieving what she wanted. I remembered who I was. I remembered myself saying, "Let's see what I will do if I'm in that situation." Even if I am not sure what I can exactly do when that moment comes, even if I'm not sure if I'm still alive to witness that, I remembered how hopeful I was. And I remembered how much faith I have that things will always work out. And even if they don't, it just means that it wasn't meant for me at all.
I just want to tell you that sometimes you have to remind yourself of the old you—the you who have lived and survived in the past—just to get you where you are right now. And remember that if you don't like where you are right now, you still have a chance to do something that might change where you're going. It might be a tough road to walk on. But the most important thing is that you've done something. You've never abandoned yourself and just given up on what you really want to do.
Hello, I'm just dropping by // ma.c.a
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hipsternerd9 · 1 year
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My nights were filled with thoughts of why wasn’t I good enough for you.
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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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divyachamaria · 2 years
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I have a special love for those people who despite it all, manage to stay soft. Who keep their heart kind and their soul warm. It takes real strength to keep those qualities when life kicks you down.
— Divya C.
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writingcircus · 8 months
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is this true or true
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