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bymarahh · 1 day
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📚 black rose by Marah H
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fieldofdahlias · 3 days
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How did you do it?
How did you go an entire year without me?
Was it easy for you to forget me?
Did I even cross your mind?
Did you even realize it had been a year since we last spoke?
If I ever knew you, I know you didn't remember. You didn't even realize because you wouldn't care to remember.
You've never been the villain in my story, but sometimes.... sometimes I hate that things were always so easy for you to let go of.
I hate that I was so easy to forget.
Because here I am, a year later, still thinking about you.
- dahlia
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bebs-art-gallery · 8 days
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Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous
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academia-lucifer · 1 month
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What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.
— J.D. Salinger.
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cerleansky · 2 years
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
~Edit~
Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
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despondentbeauty · 8 months
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In another universe, you stayed.
— In this one, you didn’t and it ruined me.
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bebx · 6 months
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whirlwindofstuff · 1 year
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our--impossible--love · 2 months
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becomingvecna · 24 days
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bymarahh · 2 days
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IG @bymarahh
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fieldofdahlias · 3 months
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bebs-art-gallery · 6 months
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The Difference Between “Hello” and “Goodbye”
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— by Fabian Perez
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academia-lucifer · 11 days
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Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
— John Green.
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felineandhustle · 3 months
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cerleansky · 1 year
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My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.
People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.
Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.
It's all about connection, friends.
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