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#excerpts from a book i'll never write
poetici · 3 days
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All it takes is one glance from you to start a chain reaction in my head.
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alilspicy · 8 months
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“Though I have tried desperately, I cannot seem to let go of you. It’s as though your soul and mine are tied to one another.”
- excerpt from a book I’ll never write
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ghostllykisses · 2 years
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One day, I’ll die and you’ll think I’m offline.
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one day i’ll find somebody to build a home with, one with no explosive rage in slammed cabinets or quiet anger in the walls that leaves a lingering pain. our kids will fake disgust when they see us kissing and laughing in the kitchen while making breakfast but when they’re 17 and experiencing a love that looks less than ours, they’ll know when to leave.
n.g. // i didn’t see this type of love growing up and as a result i let a man ruin me
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benitariums · 1 month
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— a question for forgiveness, benita rosalind
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thoughtsandsmiles · 6 months
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Do the waves still meet the shore on islands when no one's watching? Do you still think about me when you close your eyes at night and hear me wishing you a good night? Do you still have my pictures? Do you think what we had was special? Do you wish things could have been different? My body aches for you but it's all in vain if you're not here with me.
— texts i want to send to you
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hakaan05 · 9 months
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And if the universe could ever comprehend the being that is you, the stars would dim, the moon would calm the tides, and the world would stop just to hear you sleep peacefully.
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tansdiary · 9 months
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i'm tired today i'll go where the winds would take me and i trust it to take me to the moon a place where i'd find my sanity
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herawell · 2 years
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“I love you”
does not mean
“I forgive you.”
nor does it mean
“I trust you.”
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danielleelizabethhh · 29 days
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Everyone wants a piece of you until there’s nothing left
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poetici · 2 days
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I have lived a thousand lives
And loved a thousand more
Immersed in books
And verses and poetry galore.
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creatinganewwlife · 7 days
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And suddenly it’s 12:33 am and i realise how i don’t have any favourites. I never really thought about what i would like, what i would want, a color that makes me feel warmth, or a dish that comforts me, a place where i could run to, or a show i could watch over and over.
Why? You ask. I guess i never really thought i could have a favourite, or maybe even allowed to have a favourite, as if it was something out of reach, that came with privilege, and me? I had none. In all my life, i’ve always made people comfortable, made them priority. So much so i never really asked myself what is it that i like. So much so that whenever i would go out with friends and it came down to ordering the food, i’d remember their order by heart, like an oath, i’d keep a track of everyone’s favourite like a hawk. Or sometimes just say, “you guys should order whatever you want to eat, i am okay with anything.” At that moment, i would not think what i wanted to eat. I always wanted everyone to be happy around me. I spent so much time trying to make everyone happy that i started to cut my flesh and feeding it to them, if that meant that satiated their hunger. Now don’t get me wrong, i would still do it, all over again. I would literally burn myself off if it meant it would make them smile.
But then, i guess i just want to know what is my favourite? What do i like? What does make me happy? With so much time on this earth, isn’t it sad how i don’t have a favourite color? Even so i never thought about it until recently. I wonder why? I guess i felt having favourites puts a burden on people. If i don’t have a favourite, they don’t have to think what color sweater should they be getting me for my birthday gift. Although i haven’t received many in my lifetime but the ones i have, i cherish.
And so i figured if i kept diluting myself, it would be easier.
This life is not mine. This life that i’ve lived has been for my loved ones and I don’t regret it.
I just want to know what my favourite color is.
12:51am // 12th of April, 2024
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ghostllykisses · 2 years
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Falling for you wasn’t falling at all. It was walking into an unknown house and suddenly realising I’m home.
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And what else is there to do after someone tells you that they don’t love you any more except fall apart with the moon and put yourself back together when the sun comes up?
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alilspicy · 9 months
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“Missing you is something I do by habit, and to not think of you feels abnormal…”
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yama-hai-hum · 7 months
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This sadness is not mine;
It belongs to my mother.
And before that, it belonged to her mother.
it has finally made its way to me.
Today, I have become their daughter.
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Yama.
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