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unfortunately if you are an old friend of mine i will always care about you no matter what even if we haven't seen each other in forever because i still remember what you were like 7 years ago and i still remember how it felt to be young with you and i still have a lot of love for you in the back of my mind

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here's hoping people never stop asking

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one day I woke up and realised all the waiting and yearning was actually me living my life and it’s happening right now and it’s still good even if it’s not perfect and there is no moment when all your dreams get fulfilled and everything makes sense. like… this is it. this is life. you’ll waste away your youth waiting for some imagined future if you don’t love life for what it is now and make the most of it

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having so much love in your heart is beautiful and amazing right up until you’re alone in your bedroom clutching at your chest and whimpering like a wounded dog

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― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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the thing about having hope is that it is so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so difficult. but you have to do it anyway

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hmm. maybe u were put on this earth to make art and write bad poetry and create silly little playlists and being kind and maybe tearing up a little bit when you see old people eating alone

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the best nights be the ones you can’t even post about

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one thing about me is that i will cry. i cry when i’m happy, i cry when i’m sad, i cry when i am angry, i cry when i am tired, and i cry when i think about life

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hmm. maybe u were put on this earth to make art and write bad poetry and create silly little playlists and being kind and maybe tearing up a little bit when you see old people eating alone

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i let go of you when i realised that

you may be the only one in this world

who knows everything about me

but you still don't really know me

and while my eyes search for you in a crowded room

yours don't even see me, standing right before you

#short poem #poetry #poems on tumblr #poets corner #poets on tumblr #spilled poetry

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why are you on this earth

if not to be young, wild and free

as you should be

if not to dream new dreams

even when old ones get crushed

if not to move to a new city

only to keep coming back home

if not to fall in love again (and again)

knowing it'll ruin you for the hundredth time

if not to say yes to every whim

just to end up drunk in an alleyway

if not to make mistakes

that turn into stories for your kids someday

so tell me why are you alive

if you're not living fearlessly?

#you're on your own kid #short poem #poetry #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #spilled poetry #poets corner

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this one's for the kids who never really got to be kids. for the ones who were always "too mature for their age". for the ones who sat in a corner while the rest of the children ran amuck on the playground. for the ones who had to tiptoe around their own house, afraid to take up too much space. for the ones who never spoke up because they didn't want to say the wrong thing or be unheard if somehow they ever said the right thing. for the therapist friends and daughters and sisters.

it gets better.

take it coming from someone like you who finally started a new life just to be young and dumb in a new city where you're all alone but still surrounded. and I cannot tell you how liberating it feels to make mistakes knowing it is one, to finally be the immature one, to saying "yes" without thinking twice because you know it's gonna turn into a story one day.

so I'll tell you this a thousand times until you believe it - it gets better. your life is waiting for you, ready when you are.

#it gets better #writers on tumblr #my writing #writerscommunity

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you don’t realize how bad as a society we are at handling other people grieving until you are grieving and everyone avoids you like the plague.