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skyexrose · 2 days

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One deep talk and apology can fix a lot of things but people ain't mature enough for that.

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tetheredfeathers · 7 days

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The hunger games epilogue is so special.

I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I've seen someone do.

This line always bring me to tears. That in our worst moments we can can look back and find sentiments that will lift that ugly weight off our chests and somehow replace it with bits of tranquility.

Whether it be a hasty kiss stamped across the cheek, a nod of encouragement traversing through the room; hesitant stutters of burning forgiveness, even when it had ruptured a heart; fragments of shared bread split into growling stomachs; whispers of praise at the sight of scribbled letters; cries muffled into loving arms; replacement for lost money pressed into glazed hands; mumbles of hollow 'see you agains,' knowing all the same that fate will write us all apart. Promises of love and protection, knowing I will write us apart.

This is my list, all the the good things I've seen someone do, just a part of it because there is no beginning or end. It is a list of so many people's (strangers and friends all the same) acts of goodness I can never repay, because the first gesture is always the hardest pay back. But all they ever say is a promise of love and remembrance is enough.

That it can be good again.

That no matter how bad our losses, somewhere, sometime it will be good again. And even if hope doesn't flutter it's wings towards you right here and now, you can always look back at the feathers it has left behind. To catch, and stroke each barb till every good memory is etched in your mind, till you are tethered to hope and nothing is left behind. A promise that life can go on.

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lost-in-time-marie · 7 days

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God Lives With The Ants

When I was younger, I would lay under a maple tree in the backyard. I’d stare up at the leaves and watch them wither from a bright green into orange and red and fall all around my head. I’d talk with the wind that danced and sang as it rushed through the trees and played with my hair. I’d observe the ants as they went about their business in the dirt next to me. So small, and yet we occupied the same space, but our perspectives couldn’t be more different. Our futures intimately linked and yet I found myself wondering if this crawling little insect could sense my gaze. I wondered what great giant’s ribcage laid beside my whole infinite universe, small enough to be held on the tip of their finger. And suddenly, for the first time, I believed that colossus did gaze at my universe, occupying its same space, but somehow so small and impossibly different, and it would get misty eyed pondering the complexity and beauty of our entangled existences, and it would hope things for all us and then mourn those hopes as they changed and evolved over the years, entirely beyond anyone’s reach at this point.

~K.

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btsbabe7 · 1 month

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Naturally, this is my safe space, so I have to post this here.

I went out for coffee with a guy at my job that I’ve just been vibing with lately. I don’t know what we have in common, but we just connect. We have fun at work, our conversations are always engaging, and he hypes me up when I need it the most and don’t even realize. We have a good give and take relationship going on.

When he asked me to hangout, I was nervous about going out due to a previous situation with the last male coworker I went out with. Overall, it didn’t turn out well, yet I decided to give this thing another try.

The coffee hangout went so well! I spent so much time trying not to be vulnerable in front of another man; however, I ended up crying (lol). Yet, he still made me feel so SEEN and validated my feelings. He didn’t say I was too intense or sensitive; he didn’t complain that I was venting and I gave him space to vent too.

Everything just felt so genuine and natural, like we could pause in those moments where we didn’t know what to say, ramble on when we had so much more to express, or apologize when we got so excited about something we both experienced and wanted to share, but ended up speaking over each other. It was such an amazing experience and just proves that sometimes you want someone to be your person and they might not be, and that there are also people that will accept you for who you are, but you just have to wait for them!

We decided on making coffee our thing whenever we need it and I’m actually looking forward to it this time.

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thebestieyoureinlovewith · 3 months

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When you bare your soul it's like looking into a mirror, and at first I think it's distorted but then I look closer, and it turns out every other reflection I've seen was wrong. I am a constant unanswerable question and I beg that you choose to ponder me, even if you will never reach a conclusion. I do not desire a conclusion. Mystery is impersonal but being known is terrifying, so I hide my answers from all those who do not seek them. You have searched, and I am unlocked;the things that spill out raw and ugly. My insides are shrivelled and covered in scribbles of everything I will be, and if you are not there to watch me become them...

I do not know if I could survive the fall.

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alex-a-roman · 1 year

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I miss the Summers

I want to start all over Take photographs of every coloured sky That made us who we are today, I want to walk with you for one last time Because I miss it all, and I miss the Summers – Jumping our hearts out with flowers in our hair! You were the bright star to my night sky, I was the nerd You wanted to save our love, I wanted to save the world.

~ A. A. Roman

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sparksinthenight · 4 months

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Reading her poetry is a spiritual, mystical experience and I want all of you to share this experience with me.

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poems-she-wrote · 2 months

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The nights belong to sin Dwelling on vintage Splashing one another Splashing color on black and white They ran their claws behind their backs Creating the beast Rescue yourselves from you The beast you mold The monsters you’ve created Save yourselves from you The beast you mold The monsters you’ve created Decipher in being distinctive Yet destroying another hostage In the arms of a thief They blew out the candles In the arms of a beast They blew out the candles

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ardent-reflections · 10 months

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She was conscious of an inexpressible tenderness in her heart.

Anton Chekhov

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palladiumfragments · 2 years

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My problem is that I live inside my head too much. I drag my life around like a raging demigod dragging a corpse, only no one will come at my door in the dead of the night to ease my fire. I bear a kind of weariness and discontent no sleep can satisfy because the world I wake up to is painfully dull in comparison to the ones I created in my head. I let my thoughts drift to far-off places, to unfamiliar landscapes I'll probably never set foot on just to shun the tedious sameness of days. I escape because I can't bear the vague nausea of being paper skin and hollow bones. I turn in on myself because people and their expectations bruise me. There is no method in this madness but I will lie straight through my teeth if someone ever asks.

I don't know how long my body will tolerate this somnambulist life I live. There are predators in every world, and sometimes they are made of whispers from the void. What if one day I wake up standing on the edge of a precipice? I'm scared I'll choose to meet my demons below instead of walking back home. You think you know all about it because I always write about the disquiet in me but my words don't conjure it the way it really is. The suffocation, the paralysis of the soul, the horror of the depths— all are lost in translation. But as long as I never let the dust get to my teeth I can swim back up. I let it gather on my tongue instead, and I use it to taunt the bony hands in the abyss reaching for my throat.

It's not fair to feel like fading while remaining perfectly solid in everyone's eyes, to be as lifeless as a statue in a dark room while the party goes on just outside the door. That's why in this life there will always be trains I will run after, misty woods I'll dream of running into, and birds I'll stare longingly at until the clouds consume them. I scream these all in papers with a maddening frustration until my temples ache. I hope you know I don't wish to play god, I just want to stop burning.

— artemis, "Sleepwalking"

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poetic-wilderness · 1 year

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The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

- Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

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angelicsaggie · 4 months

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Changes in Music

I watched a few performances on Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin Eve with Ryan Seacrest 2024. I noticed a pattern that shook the insides of my stomach. The melanated performers wore overly suggested clothing and moved raunchy while the other performers kept it cute, based on the performances that I saw. Expressing sexuality is not a problem, however when an agenda is attached to it then it becomes a problem. I am appaulled by the shift in mainstream Hip Hop and R&B. The songs may be catchy, but what is it doing to your mind? It is poison, but I smell a change and it is coming soon.

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