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#excerpts from my mind
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“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”
-m.n.
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burgecci · 1 month
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i realized
you just want me to be around, don’t you?
for me, it was just
the way i showed up for you
the way i held you down and had your back
the way i was always the stable one,
the one who always thinks clearly
the way i was loyal for you
you are scared of losing me
because you just lost one of your closest
and no one else handle you like i do, right?
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darichonne · 17 days
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insta: @darichonne
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lost-in-time-marie · 3 months
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I’m an old soul stuck in a modern world.
~K.
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anotherlxve · 10 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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poetic-distortions · 6 months
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Bitter
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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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theoutcastsays · 10 months
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Patience my love! I am learning to talk about my messy head . I am learning to talk about my feelings instead of writing them down in riddles and metaphors. I am trying to unchain the words at the back of my tongue that sometimes slips through the tip of my fingers onto a blank sheet of paper. I am trying to open myself up a little bit more . I am trying... I really am.
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ladymacbeeth · 10 months
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endof-an-era · 3 months
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Promise me
If I get too close
If I love too hard
If I fly too high
If, just if I have done too much
Done more than I shouldve
That when I come crashing down
When I burn
That you'll fall from grace with me
- Icarus chooses to fly, The Sun chooses to burn, and I choose to do it all with you
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sparkandashes · 1 year
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And for once, I wanna feel beautiful without being reminded of my flaws, without being told how close I am to being perfect, how I could fit into your definition of perfection, I am not here to compete and keep comparing myself, I want to celebrate and cherish who I am in my own skin, at least for a while, without being appreciated and judged at the same time. I don’t need feedbacks, I need no suggestions, I don’t need to be constantly reminded of everything I could be, just in the name of motivation, I don’t wish to entertain your words. They don’t lift me up, they bury me. I already have a mirror to look into and point out the flaws I have, I already have the restless mind that never fails to analyze, and criticize. All I don’t have is a heart always full of self-love, one that boosts my self-esteem, and that’s all I wish to have because love makes me feel less empty. Fill me with love, or leave me empty. Just don’t come close to hollow me even more.
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“The time to write about Autumn has come and gone. I must eulogize myself now.”
-m.n. | “December”
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maiawrites · 2 years
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Extreme hunger
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darichonne · 3 months
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insta: @darichonne
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lost-in-time-marie · 7 days
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The Well Is Dry Today, Come Back Another Time
Writing is like some permanent faucet tapped into my soul. It has to come out, if that knob goes untouched, it will burst onwards anyway, spurting uncontrollably and making a mess of me. If you ignore it, don’t attend to it immediately, the swells of water will drown you. And I find, when I leave that faucet running too long, wasting it away on chores and responsibilities, too many dishes and washing all the clothes by hand, the well runs dry. I find myself here, spinning that fixture silly, trying to trigger some recognition, some familiarity, like I’ve lived in this house 26 years and poured over this tap every day. But I’m standing over the sink at a strangers house, and I don’t get so much as a trickle, not even a drop. The pipes rattle and hiss inside the walls and, today, I have no charms, and nothing comes out with all my coaxing.
~K.
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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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