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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 7 days

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but on a tuesday in april, when the sun finally comes out and it feels like it only showed it’s face to warm my soul, i can’t help but get distracted from the way i spent the night before thinking about the the shop in the corner of the strip mall back home that closed down while i was here. (it wasn’t my favourite, not at all, but i always made eye contact with the greying cashier on my way out. i couldn’t shake the consternation from the idea that i would never see her again.) and maybe that’s just what my life will be from now on. while i’m chasing after pinker sunsets and grandiose skylines, haze will settle on everything i leave behind. my evenings alone will be filled with longing, like something bittersweet, something always missing. and then, when the sun comes out and the breeze is just perfectly gentle, i will temporarily be drained of the guilt from the forsaken people and places. i will instead be filled with summer, with daisies, with poetry that is not melancholy.

- my parents are growing old without me, my brother wore a tuxedo to prom and i can’t pinpoint when he started towering over me. my town doesn’t feel like home anymore. my house doesn’t feel like home anymore.

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 9 months

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and the sun never set,

until his love fell through the sky,

for apollo never left

until icarus chose his dream to fly,

he touched the sun,

delirious, arms open,

he said “goodbye, my love”,

and plummeted towards the ocean,

leaving apollo paralysed,

icarus didn’t even hold his hand out,

he did not even cry,

in the hope that apollo would catch him

or with him, he would die.

and so apollo followed down right after,

painting hues of orange and pink

in the sky,

a send off for his love,

and the mourning of his curse

his immortal bones,

and for the first time ever,

the stars were able to shine,

the moon undressed herself to bring some light

as apollo tried to lie to rest in the watery grave,

he sank beneath the ocean,

chariot and all.

and the stars and the moon couldn’t watch his grief,

so they created the night sky,

and created sunsets everyday,

however brief,

just so icarus and apollo can meet.

- i suppose they were the first ‘star-crossed’ lovers, weren’t they?

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 11 months

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“You know Aphrodite, you’re nothing like they say.” I tell you.

“What do they say?” You ask me, a knowing smile on your face.

“That you created love and snatched it away from us.” I explain, sadly.

“My love, you don’t even understand what love is. I have spent eternity watching humans disparage the most terrifyingly beautiful power in the universe and reduce it to something nondescript and simplistic and then blame me for it.” You say, still calm but there is a hint of sadness in your voice.

“Then what is love?” I ask with wide eyes.

You brush your hair off your face and sit me down.

“Love is a lot of things. Love is tragedy, or so we saw in Troy. It is self-destruction, for Romeo and Juliet died. It is reckless and impulsive like Guinevere and her knight. It is heartbreaking, blinding and wild, like Antony and Cleopatra and the story of their life. Love is also devotion, when Orpheus went to the underworld for Eurydice. It is faith, it is trust, as in Bonnie and Clyde. Love is brave, like Achilles and Patroclus. it is comfort, it is home, it is perhaps a shred of truth, in a sea of lies.

love is a lot of things, but it is not quiet. So, yes, the reality of love may be very rare.

But it will remain that way until it’s true price is realised. Until the lovers from the afterlife, deem somebody worthy of feeling everything that they lived for, and worthy of everything for which they died.”

- aphrodite isn’t vain and selfish, we just need someone to blame for our misunderstandings.

(tales from the afterlife #5: aphrodite)

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 1 year

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i never realised goodbyes could be so hard.

i dig up the grave

where you laid us to rest,

and try to perform autopsies

on every thing we said.

like how the doctor opens up a dead man

and cuts and cuts till he finds what killed him,

i will dissect every moment my heart beat

next to yours,

and prod at every scar until it reveals the exact moment we died,

in the hopes that it will cure my insanity,

and my body will finally believe

that we weren’t meant to be.

i suppose goodbyes are hard because they are entombed in grief,

and i never learned to grieve anyone before you left me.

- come back, come back, come back to me, like you would, you would, if this was a movie.

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 1 year

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i wake up and for the first few seconds, when reality hasn’t yet caught up with me, it’s like every other day back when the permanent knot in my chest didn’t yet exist. and then it hits me like a tidal wave, even weeks later, and i spend the rest of my day dragging my feet across the ground, fighting to breathe. it’s a constant conflict between wanting you and wanting sanity and i pick wrong every time. or maybe i pick right. so i guess what i’m saying is that i’m still kind of waiting for us to work this out but i still look at the cars passing by and wonder what would happen if i threw myself into oncoming traffic. what i’m saying is that, i think my sanity is you and when i’m picking between it and you, i’m really trying to pick both. what i’m saying is that if i walked into oncoming traffic, it wouldn’t be because you’re not here but it would be for the lack of my sanity and i think they’re starting to become the same thing. what i’m saying is that i didn't just fall in love with you, i loved you deliberately with everything in me and ended up giving you so much that i don’t have anything left anymore.

what i’m really, really saying is, please come back.

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 2 years

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this heaviness in me

is a friend

to me now.

i do not know

how to feel anything

besides it,

i do not know

if i can feel anything

without it.

- ringing the bell, and nobody’s coming to help

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 2 years

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Hey<333 How are you doing? Hope life's been treating you well. Miss your writing sm!!!

hii, i’m good, college has been hard and it’s giving me writers block too often haha!

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 2 years

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“how did he make you feel?”

like i didn’t have to live in black and white.

- he was yellow. with specks of gold. not like the sun, mind you. more like, honey. or sunflowers.

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 2 years

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Writing Websites

1. a website with a list of superpowers and what they are

2. a website that generates random au ideas

3. a website that generates names, basic info and futures in a bunch of languages

4. a website that checks your grammar

5. website that lists types of execution in the states

6. a website with info on death certificates

7. a website with info on the four manners of death

8. a website with info on the black plague

9. website with information on depression

10. a website with info on the four types of suicide

11. website that lists famous quotes

12. website with different kinds of quotes

13. a website with info on food in every country

14. a website with a list of different colors

15. website with a list of medieval jobs

16. website with a list of fabrics

17. website with a list of flowers and pictures

18. website with a list of flowers and no pictures

19. website with a list of poisonous plants

20. website with a list of poisonous and non-poisonous plants

21. website with a list of things not to feed your animals

22. website with a list of poisons that can be used to kill people

23. website with info on the international date line

24. website with a list of food allergies

25. website with a list of climates

26. website with info on allergic reactions

27. website with info on fahrenheit and celsius

28. website with info on color blindness

29. website with a list of medical equipment

30. website with a list of bugs

31. website with an alphabetic list of bugs and their scientific name

32. website with a list of eye colors

33. website (wikipedia sorry) with list of drinks

34. website with a list of religions

35. website with a list of different types of doctors and what they do

36. website (wikipedia again sorry) with a list of hair colors

37. website that generates fantasy names

38. website with a list of body language

39. website with a list of disabilities

40. website with an alphabetic list of disabilities

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 2 years

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you ask

why i don’t

talk about

things.

but

do you know

how it feels

to open

your mouth,

and find

that every feeling

you were

dying to articulate,

is dead

on your tongue,

or caught

in your throat,

or is so blurry

yet so scary,

that

your mind refuses to

put it

into words?

- tongue-tied like i’ve never known

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 2 years

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nothing to ask , just wanted to say that I like your writing :)

aw thank youuu <333

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 2 years

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the difference

between you

and me?

you’re all i see

even when you’re not around,

and i’m only seen

when there’s no one else

around.

- it all comes down to how much you miss me when i’m not in the room.

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 2 years

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you were

always

so much,

and

i never knew

i could

be that bright,

until

you showed me

how.

you must

be

the sun then,

and i,

your moon.

i can only

hope

that you

don’t burn out,

or leave

too soon.

- please don’t be in love with someone else. please don’t have somebody waiting on you.

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 2 years

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sanity

was just a construct,

a pretence,

a sort of

hell

that i lived through

everyday.

there is madness,

and

there is

pandemonium,

and

it lives in me,

like

unpredictability

in the ocean,

like

pain in

the heart of

a poet.

- i became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 2 years

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“how is a poem created?”

when a romantic falls in love.

“how is a poet created?”

when the poem doesn’t love them back.

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 2 years

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daggers, swords,

spears and shields,

but we walked out

of the armoury,

unarmed,

and into the battlefield.

hand in hand,

like it was enough,

so blind, so foolish,

so stupid in love.

but love is a war,

and neither of us knew.

so just between us,

are you bleeding too?

- just between us, did the love affair maim you too?

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thegirlintheplaidskirt · 3 years

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i clawed my way

out of hell

and took residence

among

the stars.

now,

you can

watch me

as i burn,

bitter,

because it

is not among

the flames

you threw me into,

and envious,

of the light

in my scars

that still

somehow shines

through.

- if you’re not broken, the light can’t get through.

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