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bambialone · 6 months
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onceknownbutnownot · 1 year
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why do we speak of love so kindly?
instead of talking about the stars, and the butterflies
i want to talk about how it feels as if someone stabbed me with all their being, but won’t take their weapon out to leave
and when they do leave
they take a part of me that i can never get back
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mm-e · 2 years
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Quiero llorar quiero llorar quiero llorar
Odio tanto sentir mi cuerpo nosoyyo nosoy de verdad les juro que me siento tan insegura e incompleta
Quiero tanto y demasiado pesar 45
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what are you most afraid of?
me: i am afraid that i will never be understood. i am perceived as this shattered soul who is just trying to glue all the shattered pieces together. when in reality the glued glass is even more fragile, it won't stay long it'll break again and this time it would take eons for you to put it back.
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acrateiax · 2 years
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lost in the words that u don’t say to me...
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Las cosas cambian siempre, la manera en la que ves la vida define tu futuro y en serio deseo que cada persona vea la vida lo más bonito posible, aunque te sientas miserable, recuerda que las estrellas brillan mejor en la oscuridad.
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words-at-night · 6 months
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18novembersblog · 5 months
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Berusaha untuk mengikhlaskan seseorang yang sudah hilang bahkan asing adalah seni untuk menyesakkan dada. bagaimana tidak? keadaan memaksa untuk mengikhlaskan namun perasaan memaksa untuk menemukan kembali.
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lostmf · 5 months
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bambialone · 6 months
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onceknownbutnownot · 1 year
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it hurts to call you “dad” because it feels too informal
too close
too personal
too loved.
instead “father” slips off the tip of my tongue like the viscous words you’ve spit from your mouth before
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wordedarchive · 18 days
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It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.
Khush Bakht via wordedarchive
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