alas, this is the tragedy of living:
slow dancing with compliancy
in a lavender haze,
embracing deceit
in a velvet green smog,
kissing the lipless
under a withering mistletoe,
…..IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAYYYYY
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It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.
Khush Bakht via wordedarchive
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will i always be this angry?
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"How many scars did you justify because you loved the person who was holding the knife?"
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My heart cannot contain the love I have for you
It is spilling out into my soul
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You’ve grown into someone who would have protected you as a child. And that is the most powerful move you made.
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I comfort others with the words I wish to hear.
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„ich will doch nur, dass es mir gut geht“ - TJARK
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What if I lose my eloquence? // If the ink that stains my fingers rubs off in the rain, // And the words stop leaping from my lips and kissing dingy tissues in a ketchup stain red // Would it be sacrilegious to say that I’m a painter of words? // Can I still call myself an artist if the only composition I spit out is my coffee order in the morning // “One coffee, no cream no sugar please” // Which is barely an original thought. // What if the scraps from the words I’ve managed to string together start to fall apart and melt at the barest brush of my fingertips // Oh god what if I lose my muse. // If the flush in his cheeks vanish as our gazes cross paths // And if he asks to take back the letters he strung together for me to hang on my basement wall // Would it be embarrassing to ask to keep them? // Can I still call myself a musician if the only notes I play are to the tune of Happy Birthday // “CCDCFECCDCGFCCCACEDBbBbAFGF” //And although my limbs are still jaunty and awkward //And my spectacles never seem to sit right along the bridge of my nose // I wonder if perhaps I’ve run out of words.
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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
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June Gehringer, “I get so jealous of euthanized dogs”
[Text ID: “the worst thing about love is / i remember it. / i walk around all day / thinking: i’m going to die / in the universe / you loved me in.”]
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