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vineyardsaturn · 6 months
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The memories are a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode and engulf me in a wave of bittersweet nostalgia. They transport me to a time when the world was a simpler place, and I was naive enough to believe in the magic of love. I remember that first kiss on my rooftop, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, with a plane soaring overhead as if blessing our union. Little did I know that it would be one of the few moments of pure joy in our relationship.
As the memories flood back, I am reminded of the time when he reached out his hand to comfort me in the back of an Uber, saying nothing, but his touch speaking volumes. It was the second last time I saw him, and deep down, I think a part of me knew that our time together was running out. I cling to the memory of that moment, tracing the veins in his hand with my finger, desperately trying to hold on to something that was already slipping away.
And then there was the day we looked at ourselves in the mirror, me perched on his lap, our eyes locked in a moment of intimacy that felt like it would last forever. But even as we gazed at each other, I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding, as if the universe was conspiring to tear us apart.
I revisit the memory of that short kiss when I was chewing the gum he hated, the taste of it mingling with the bittersweet realization that we were slowly drifting apart. Each memory a painful reminder of what we had, and what we lost. The memories are a ticking time bomb, counting down to the moment when I must face the reality that our love was not meant to last.
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vineyardsaturn · 7 months
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Mom, these people are horrible to me.
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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one thing about me is I’m gonna go home
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet
No matter where you live
There'll all ways be a few things
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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The whole is greater than sum of its parts. But for some of us, it's way way less.
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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I have had a fairly consequential life. Consequences being mostly disappointments. That doesn't go to say that I haven't had wins. I have; plenty. I have been happy but also devastated, traumatized, heartbroken, I have cheated through life, done wrong to so many includingmyself. While there are a few deeds I appreciate more than the others. I have done another substantial act that outweighs life as a whole. I've laid down on a bed of wet grass, which was frankly quite uncomfortable, and I have looked up at the stars above. I have looked up while walking, running, crawling through life.
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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No matter how hard I run, I can't outrun the circle.
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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There's the hesitant first kiss you kept spraying menthol in your mouth for.
There's the gentle, familiar kiss that never fails to hit home.
The burning, messy, tongue tango kiss that leaves your lips swollen and hungry for more.
The slow tease.
Amd then there are goodbye kisses. You didn't know at the time that they were the last you'll ever have. If you did, perhaps you would have kissed them a little deeper, with a little more sad love.
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You could swear, curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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My identity is homemade. My mother weaved it carefully with her insecurities and regrets and my dad carelessly spilled his anger on it. It suffocates me but feels like home.
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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Look at that, we're falling apart and we still look perfectly normal.
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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Baby I could be your science experiment gone horrifically wrong
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return. It's like a billboard passed by while driving home on a late evening. Too conspicuous for you to not notice; you tilted your head to see what it said but it was gone before you could read the inscription. Even if it had the silliest of things printed in bright neon, in the moment it seemed magnificently enormous. So much better than what was right in front of you at least.
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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I accidentally bought cigarettes and I’msmoking themi on accident
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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Abuse can feel like love.”
“Abuse can feel like love…Why?”
Damon remained so still it didn’t look like he was breathing. He looked at the teacher, unwavering. “Starving people will eat anything.
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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This thread makes me giggle lmao
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i keep forgetting mustang is like 10 yrs younger than basically everyone else colonel or above. no wonder olivier hates his guts he’s fucking 12 years old
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vineyardsaturn · 2 years
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I don't know if it's just me but I never understood why people always chose history over connection. Maybe it's the safety of having been there before. For me, it's only suffocating. I have left it behind for a reason. Trying it over and over again won't yield a different result and I come to term with that before all the clumsy goodbyes.
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