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oxfordelise · 2 months
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When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What's heaven to a woman's love anyway? What's God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that's a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone's right about us and we're sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what's God to a woman's love anyway? What has heaven got that I can't find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?
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soulfulreverie · 9 months
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moon-yyyyyyy · 7 months
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I see magic in a lot of places.
The smell of ink, the sound of a bird's chirp, a smile from a stranger, the yellow pages of an old book, the feelings of nostalgia - all magic.
Though sometimes, I lose faith in it.
But then I hear the piano console me and a voice says, "The faith remains". 
Music. The sole melody of one's soul. As if your emotions from deep within came whispering to your ears. Your heart sings. The child inside you is set free. And then the music stops. But the magic remains.
Don't you sometimes wonder, how beautifully arranged musical notes can make us feel emotions so deep, but people still say magic is not real? Don't let them fool you, for you'll only need to look inside your soul and you'll know the magic is still there.
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In my head, my brother is still six years old,
A little thing that tugs at my sleeve for my attention, walks hand in hand with me,
Believes all the lies I tell him,
Eyes very wide, hanging off my every word -
Let's play together, he says, toothless and round cheeked and I
Would do anything he asks.
Except.
Hes not six, hes seven, eight, nine, ten, nearly eleven,
With a sneer on his face, an indignant irritation,
Eyes following me, even at this age, as though he can hardly believe we came from the same thing
Lips curled in a mockery as if to tell me that things are not what they were, an ever present reminder as though his absence from my side is not a reminder enough
We dont play together anymore, I say to him one day, voice hollow, and he looks up at me, rolling his eyes
I'm not a baby anymore, he says, and I hear the truth of it laced beneath his words,
I outgrew you.
I kiss that six year old goodbye. We had a good time, didnt we? I'm sorry. I wish I didnt need to leave you behind.
- The Things We Miss When We Blink
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unawware · 22 days
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ESCAPRIL DAY 2
-----THE INTERNET-----
you come to me
in little concise texts
sent through tiny boxes
from one screen to the next.
forgettable banter & small talk
we exchange for a few days,
I feel you opening up to me
until it's gone, you're off again.
my attachment takes damage best,
all of it can be avoided,
if i just stay off the internet.
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heartoflesh · 20 days
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and oh, oh, oh... if you could see me, everyday, crying for you as if i have not healed, as if that were impossible; as if I will never be able to let go...
excerpts from a book i will never write, William
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nattkanin · 2 months
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Konsten att aldrig känna sig hemma
Förutom i personer jag vet lämnar
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awhisperamongechoes · 1 month
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I just want to be a cute girl with cute matching PJ sets
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polaris-solaris · 10 months
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I am haunted by a childhood I cannot remember, a past I cannot go back to, a soul that will forever be the slightest bit lost, slightest bit askew to you.
-polaris-solaris
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cecilialisbon13 · 1 year
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You took a piece of me, when you left. I am not afraid of never getting it back, I am afraid that it would be forgotten. That I lost a piece of me, just for it to never mean anything, and was forgotten. I want the piece to stay with you, so it meant something, that it wasn't for nothing.
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goldfishkid · 6 days
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Quote 31
It was incredibly lonely getting to know the world when you left.
But, darling, as the days went on I found that the moment you left was the moment my life started.
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cancertified · 1 year
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The sight of you have me on my knees.
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cethlyarlo · 1 day
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*Gasp*, Ohmigolly AWH BRO @cmbdragon98 . I know this is a bit late as I'm just now seeing this, but here, I hope you enjoy, it's the closest thing to romantic that I can manage 😌
Here goes, a clip from the fantasy book series I'm working on:
“Although the chains that bind my hands and feet will surely cause your undoing, I will gladly write destruction in your favor until my teeth are stained red from the ichor of those who seek to do you harm. I'd much rather see the dying embers of the stars than to part with you like this; you are the only moon in my sky and there'd be no life in my existence if I could not witness it rise upon the inky horizon. You are bound to duty and so am I, but there are always flaws in such a cage. Where you go, I go, even if that means our end.”
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6162001 · 1 year
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Via 6162001
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unawware · 20 days
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ESCAPRIL 2024, DAY 4.
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4. Trip
something about the end of fifteen, i tripped and fell face-flat into the lap of uncertainty. i ran off further than i should've, but who was to tell me back then that there was a thing as too far? who was to tell the girl, wide-eyed and desperate, to slow down? i remember being fourteen and burning my past lives, then taking the green light i could see at earliest to get away from who i used to be. to run to the possibility that there was some place reserved for me in this ephemeral existence, was all i could bear to do. until i was halfway towards sixteen, i saw the dust struggling to settle down. somewhere in the haze i was caught in the high, and i couldn't see the grounds changing. the earth was shifting and the moon was rising. i didn't look down. i tripped on my arrogance so coloured by innocence, and vulnerability welcomed me in open arms.
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heartoflesh · 1 day
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William, dir. Laura Perez (2024)
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