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illbeyouranchor · 2 months
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If I could have said anything to myself in that moment, it would have been this: “Pull back Love. You’re in too deep, and you know he only likes shallow water.” But even if I had, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference.
Restraint was never my style.
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yuyurulez · 8 months
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“One of the most poetic facts I know about the universe is that essentially every atom in your body was once inside a star that exploded. Moreover, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than did those in your right. We are all, literally, star children, and our bodies made of stardust.” Lawrence Krauss
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g-h-o-s-t-2000 · 5 months
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short poem by Emily Dickinson, american poet (1830-1886)
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onceuponaweirdo · 22 days
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"it's easy to feel scared of the things we want to do. i still got a lot of growing to do, but it's ok, i'll grow. and maybe you won't be there anymore. maybe you will. who knows? maybe we'll meet someday and you'll smile and i'll run into your arms and we'll believe that life was readying us for that moment. but until then, i'll keep on growing"
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 5 months
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Crush
You don't dream of me but I hold you in my heart. A constant thumping of an organ that has no brain but controls the emotions. You live in my mind as if you lived there all the time and I keep you there hoping for some kind of sign, the imagination induced by time. You don't know I exist an insignificant sort of pest, searching for your online presences at best roaming around a page, out of reach a beating heart set on this hopeful yearning dream, inconsolable mess in an unforgiving fate holding on and not realising the pain, once the imagination that's ready to break with no amount of hoping it only sealed the fate. so, you don't dream of me but I hold you in my heart thinking that I still have a chance.
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enby-panick · 1 year
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have you ever felt mad at your heart for being too naive and trusting every soul you come across, but at the same time been so mad with your brain for being riddled with trust issues and overthinking every word that's said? so like all in all, you just don't know what to believe and are in constant conflict?
— because i have, i do, and lord, do i hate it all
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Beautiful, quiet and chaotic, I found her, alone in her room, talking to ghosts and goblins, A peaceful, solitary darkness, she grew to love imperfection, paralyzed fragments, suspended, in ordinary moments, her soul, echos through violent distortion. I walked through every room, finding, nothing had changed, everything in its rightful place, and before I turned to leave, I prayed, for that girl, alone, playing a dangerous game, with ghosts and goblins, figments of her imagination, that will keep her company, until she is ready to leave.
Ghosts and Goblins
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abitbrokenpoetry · 7 months
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there will be disappointments. That’s the nature of life. There will be cruelty. And days the darkness will feel like it’s suffocating you. There will be relationships lost, lovers, friends. And there will be loneliness. And nights when it feels like the world ends. but there will also be mornings. moments that make your eyes shimmer with tears of hope. And there will be those that stay(maybe forever). There will be tiny droplets of light to find even on the darkest of days(if you look for it). And every night the world ends, you can open your eyes and make a new one the next morning (if you want to).
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thecreakywriter · 9 months
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Meet Me In Every Universe
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If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse
Please meet me in every other universe
Even if fate obstructs the path in its crowning
Take my hand, stop me from drowning
You said it feels like family when you spend long enough time
I knew it in my heart your song and mine rhyme
I send out my prayers into the cosmic thread
That unites us in a timeless pool of rearranging emotions unsaid
Our silences have the loudest nostalgia
We sit among words that spell so much that ease my dysphoria
If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse
Please meet me in every other universe
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illbeyouranchor · 3 months
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As I listened to the bow gently caress the old soul of the cello’s strings, I thought about how people often forget to let themselves feel things. Things like beautiful music, for instance. The way it flows up your neck, conjuring moments of sweet nostalgia. And the way it helps you release feelings you nearly forgot you had. Its sound, a spell, casting shadows deep into the earth to be cleansed anew. It is a gift of mine, to always be comfortable with what I am feeling, and I realize now, that it is the solution I’ve been looking for all this time. It really is true, when they say that the answer to a problem is always within yourself. For magic is not meant to be seen, it is meant to be felt.
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lesweetweirdo · 13 days
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Paralyzed by the need for perfection, I tend to forget that I'm doing this out of love, not greatness. Life is filled with too many short moments to waste most of it trying to chase something unachievable.
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g-h-o-s-t-2000 · 4 months
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the last exile of souls the shipwreck of time
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lone-nyctophile · 1 year
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As a writer, there is an inclination to step inside someone else’s shoes, to get under their skin and see the world through their eyes
- Lang Leav, Lullabies 
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 2 months
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I don't want to talk anymore
The hardships left the door
open, and I cannot seem to leave
just an never ending scene
of broken glass and black souls.
Somewhere mine left to be alone
but... there was no place to be free
only stiff boxes and empty glee
holed up traffic of non stop talking
about lost, or was it just desires
forgetting the wrongful criers.
They cannot see, a life and a hole
a grave with burried gold
It was in there that they
told me, sold the laughter
deep within me... replaced it
or perhaps filled it with lonely
now I am just empty.
I don't want to talk about it anymore
They slit out our tongues, and sold
it to the whole ones.
They deserved it after all
for broken things could never be fixed.
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aijalouise · 5 months
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You Took Away My Summer.
I thought you were different,
I thought we got it right,
but you took away my summer
and ran with all your might.
You used my sun to please you,
you stole my warmth, my light-
and when you robbed the rest of me,
I didn't even put up a fight…
Now, in my endless winter,
darker days and colder nights-
I try to find a spark inside me,
but there’s nothing left to ignite.
[ Aija Louise @aijalouise ]
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writtenbylucy · 6 months
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And when the air went cold
So did my soul
it sank like a stone
With nowhere to go
- Lucy 💚
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