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alliszn · 2 months
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I miss you so bad, but I know keeping my distance is for the better. – æ
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evenfallmuse · 2 years
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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
-Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
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feralchaton · 6 months
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When we remain in gratitude for our experiences; regret has no place to take hold.
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un-suflet-anonim · 6 months
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We break the rules because we want to feel!
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hmwritings · 2 years
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wordedarchive · 1 month
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it'll pass. eventually, all things do.
[ "fake it till you make it". i never understood the true meaning behind this term. to be human is to be filled with emotions. allow yourself to feel. you're allowed to be joyous, frustrated, burdened and to grieve. you cannot possibly skip through the pain - it's not achievable to and that's completely okay. you're fine, give yourself some time. it'll pass. eventually, all things do. no matter how good or bad. ]
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borednbougie · 5 months
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It’s always weird how someone will have more of an impact on your life than you ever did in theirs. I had this friend that I could talk to about anything and I still have yet to find that comfort or ease with anyone else. I told them everything yet I only knew surface level things about them. It’s crazy to me how they were my best friend but I was never theirs.
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Who is the crumb under the thumb of those numb
Aditudes labled dumb
Proclamations won
The song sung
The umbrella lost in the blistering sun
Who has the gun
You are spun of golden web
Lacking any sense of dred
They are diamond under the strum of the distant drum
All begun
We all sought fun
Some numb
Others glum
The sweetness of the gum
Whose tongue knows
The sharpness of the rows
Our brows grow slow
The hoe dulled with each blow
Who really knows which way to go
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lostpoet09 · 1 year
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In End either you have to choose between their rules or yourself. So, choose wisely.
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daily-spooky · 1 month
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octoberloved · 8 months
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alliszn · 2 months
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I will look for you in every lifetime, until we finally stay. – æ
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lotrmusical · 2 months
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never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
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un-suflet-anonim · 5 months
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I'm lost in this fucking maze called world.
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hmwritings · 2 years
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Tamara Ireland Stone, from “Every Last Word”
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