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dilcetto · 1 day
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I had so much love in me, but nowhere to pour it out so I started giving it to myself.
writing love letters to myself.
writing poetry about myself and for myself.
taking care of my body.
enjoying the beauty that I saw in the mirror.
spoiling myself with cute outfits and jewels.
because I deserve that type of love.
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dilcetto · 2 days
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I used to write love letters and poems to someone that I didn’t even know. The amount of love in me was overwhelming so I didn’t find any better way to release it than as words on the paper full of beautiful epithets and love confessions. To someone that I never actually met.
I never understood this longing for love. Was it due to witnessing each of my friend experiencing it and me feeling missed out? Or maybe the lack of love that I have seen in my parents marriage? Maybe it’s the impact of romcoms and love songs that I grew up with. Still, it was clear as night that I wanted it. And I waited for it. The longer I waited, the bigger love grew inside of me.
However, my body couldn’t handle that amount of love so I needed to let it out as the love in me was the bird who was kept in the cage for too long.
“i wish my eyes could take pictures to show you in what beautiful way I see you”, while writing this, I thought about a person who might hear it one day. From me.
Although…
Why was I waiting for someone to take all this love in me, when I could just give it to myself?
Writing love letters to my own myself?
Writing poetry for myself and about myself?
Picturing myself in photos?
Admiring the beauty that I saw in the mirrors?
Why was I able to give so much love into nothing, but myself?
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dilcetto · 8 days
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📍Hungarian National Gallery
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dilcetto · 15 days
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it’s spring and the only thing that I can think of is how I haven’t met you yet.
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dilcetto · 15 days
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The concept of love is so foreign, but also so familiar. Too confusing.
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dilcetto · 15 days
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I want to share.
I want to share a bite of the delicious meal.
I want to share blanket in the cold night.
I want to share an airpod while listening to music.
I want to share a dance. Anywhere. In the kitchen.
I want to share a laughter in the midst of passion love.
I want to share my thoughts with you. My cries. My most deepest desires.
I want to share my heart with you.
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dilcetto · 16 days
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outside: sarcastic snarky bitch that got tough act going on
inside: a gentle soul that is longing for romance and that can get hurt from one rude word
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dilcetto · 20 days
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I keep saying love confessions into the thin air, hoping the wind will take them away, right into your ear.
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dilcetto · 20 days
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I gave you my love regardless of how much you didn’t deserve it.
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dilcetto · 21 days
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I am not perfect but when I put the kettle on, I always grab 2 mugs by default.
I am not perfect but I always leave the last bite for you.
I am not perfect but I always remember to grab your favourite food whenever I go to supermarket.
I am not perfect but I always tell you to grab jacket or wear something warmer.
I am not perfect but I stay by your bed when you’re sick.
I am not perfect but I pause the movie every time when you have toilet break.
I am not perfect but when I’m grabbing food for myself, I also grab some extra for you. Even if you said you don’t want anything.
I am not perfect but I know how you drink your coffee or tea.
I am not perfect but I force you to go to hospital to check that suspicious birthmark. Even if you say it’s nothing serious.
I am not perfect but I compliment you every single day. Even on your bad hair day.
I am not perfect but I love you.
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dilcetto · 21 days
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To my future partner,
you will be the person to whom I always say my first “good morning” and my last “good night”.
you will be the person to whom I always say “have a nice day” when you are off to work.
you will be the person who I text occasionally “I miss you” texts over the day.
you will be the person who listens to my review about the book I have recently read.
you will be the person to whom I quote every single line that reminded me of you.
you will be the person who inspires me to write poems and the one who also reads them.
you will be the person who I confess my love through notes and texts rather than speaking them at loud.
you will be the person who I send songs that I liked, mostly because they reminded me of you.
you will be the person whose hugs I’m seeking after long tiring day.
you will be the person who listens to stories that I create in my little head.
you will be the person to whom I run crying if things getting worse.
you will be the person whose voice messages I keep listening, just because I love your voice.
you will be the person whose clothes I occasionally take because they smell like you.
you will be the person to whom I send cute videos, saying “that’s so us!”.
you will be the person for whose existence in my life I thank universe every single day.
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dilcetto · 27 days
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I think all your socials represent one of your sides, for example, my insta is my aesthetic and beauty, my tumblr my emotions and writings, my TikTok is for my fun and silly side.
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dilcetto · 1 month
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hello, you.
you, who made me laugh.
you, with whom I enjoyed talking to.
you, who I called my friend.
you, who I loved so much.
you, who I cared for.
you, who I thought loved and cared for me too.
you, to whom I entrusted my thoughts, my worries and sometimes even my pain.
you, who listened to every silly little thing I said with a smile.
you, with whom I shared my first cigarette.
you, with whom I shared headphones, while listening to music in boys bathroom.
you, with whom I skipped school the number of times I can’t even remember.
you, who once prepared sandwiches for me because I said I was hungry.
you, whose cheek I kissed with platonic affection.
you, who I hugged with every “hello” and every “goodbye”.
you, who fell in love with my best friend.
you, who distanced himself from me.
you, who threw the years of our friendship away.
you, who talked behind my back.
you, who hurt my feelings.
you, who broke my best friend’s heart.
you, who judged every mutual friend of ours who still talked to me.
you, whose friendship I missed.
you, with whom I didn’t talk to for several years.
you, about whom I asked time to time to find out how you are doing.
you, who I forgave already, but it’s still hurts that we didn’t manage to make up at some point.
even for old times sake.
you, who I trusted once.
hello, you.
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dilcetto · 1 month
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rejection is so hard to bear.
you think it’s fine, not a big deal.
but you kept coming to that thought, to that memory, to that feeling that makes you feel disgusted towards yourself, with no particular reason too!
You say “they don’t like me, it’s fine”.
No it’s not fine. Your feelings, your pride, your confidence gets hurt and the worst thing is you keep coming back to that pain. Again and again.
It’s always there. In the back of your mind.
The crumbs of self-love are crushed into more pieces.
The love that you’ve been protecting, slowly growing, was again broken.
rejection is hard to bear, and recovery is slow too.
But you will recover. You will get the affection that you deserve. You will get someone who will protect your self-love as if it was the most valuable asset in the whole universe.
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dilcetto · 1 month
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dilcetto · 1 month
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I loved you so deeply, thoughtfully, purposefully so you could just take that love so easily, carelessly, nonchalantly and break it painfully.
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dilcetto · 1 month
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We saw. We felt. We fell. We loved.
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