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#excerpts from a story i'll never write
taintedglass · 23 days
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What if you leave me and I don't get to say goodbye? What if this lifetime is the only lifetime I get to spend with you? What if I spend the rest of my years wondering whether you knew how much I loved you? What if you leave me before I am ready to say goodbye?
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anotherlxve · 11 months
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No matter what I do and no matter how much of myself I give to someone, it never seems to be enough. I will always be the second choice. I will never be the girl a boy is head over heels in love with and it kills me every single day.
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starry-eon · 24 days
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and i pray i will always have the strength to be kind
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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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wordsbymp · 2 years
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Who knows, maybe in a different life we would’ve worked out.
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unwrittentales · 8 days
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"I hate you." "No, you don't." "No, I don't."
-excerpt of a story i'll never write (via @unwrittentales)
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notasaint · 29 days
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i once wrote a suicide note at sixteen that my mom ended up finding but i remember how i said
to look for me in the bird that flys through the sky, the leaf that blows in the wind right in front of you, the star the shines just for you,
and that changed my brain chemistry forever because she is still probably the only one that could see me in beautiful things like that
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Even after 23 years, I’ve still never quite learned the difference between putting in effort to continue something and the desperation of holding onto something that wasn’t meant to be.
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blooming-anna-rose · 1 year
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Hair on the bathroom sink, I put away my scissors, the ones my roommate gifted me since I had become the person to give haircuts. to myself and others. I swept up my hair and threw it away, and gave my hair a look in the mirror. I smiled, trying it on for myself. And I had a thought. How long has it been since I haven't been trying to hide from myself. I see it, in the things I do, I have a habit to try and run away from myself. To spend as little time by myself, unaccompanied, undistracted. And I realized, looking at myself in the mirror, I am still afraid of myself. I do not trust myself completely, I have been my own worst enemy on more than one occasion and I have not forgiven myself for that. But I think, slowly, I can figure it out. I am not going anywhere, and I follow myself for the rest of my days. One day I will know myself again, and it won't be so hard.
n.c. // my habits
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Hey if you like reading, writing, or just talking about dark topics, join me on this Discord server where we delve into what it means to be evil. We also give writing advice and feedback and produce short horror stories a few times a week. This is a place for authors of the dark, disturbed, and creepy, to join forces.
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taintedglass · 20 days
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"There were moments when I was so angry, I burned with it. But even in those dark moments when I was blinded with hate and violent thoughts, I never took it out on you. It turned inward, blackening my soul and damning my mind. And in the end it was me who bled. Me with my nails bloodied from digging beneath my skin and trying to rip the spoiled parts out of me like stubborn roots clinging to the ground."
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anotherlxve · 2 years
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I took down my walls to let you in. I told you everything about myself, from my childhood trauma to my insecurities. And you still used it to hurt me. You knew what you were doing.
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coldeyesandredlips · 1 year
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Her eyes shuttered close, a resigned smile on her face. His heart all but stopped in his steel confinements, as he delicately held her trembling body close to him. "You were the prettier one between the both of us, anyway." She grinned, something vital breaking in his chest at the blood that leaked from the corners of her chapped lips. "We knew our story was going to end in blood." A fleeting look of serenity crossed over her deathly pale features. "I am glad..." She choked out more blood. ".. that it was mine."
— "For you, I would battle death. A thousand times over."
by avi •|
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thoughtsandsmiles · 1 year
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I lost him. I lost my only shot at happiness. Then I couldn't make it work with another person. I am convinced that real love exists, but I have exhausted my chances of ever getting it.
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"A pause. Perhaps he's trying to string the words together into something less real, less painful. Perhaps he lost a clue what would be less painful between them. Perhaps there's no such thing anymore."
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“I left my heart in December in a strife that I surrendered. I lost the wind from my sails. Without your touch, my plight prevailed. I lived in despair, when you weren't there. Against broken promises and disarray, I truly loved you anyway”
- (C.B.)
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