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steadytrembling · 4 years

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you open your mouth to speak and

pour out orange blossom delicacies;

I want to memorize every dip and curve of your existence

so I can explore your topography in my honeycomb

hued daydreams, and remember that

you taste like citrus summers

and tangerine blossoms;

I let you linger on my tongue like

sticks of pure sugar

I hunger for it;

even my teeth ache

from your dizzyingly sweet touch,

and I, drunk on your love,

open myself to you with a plea

hold me until you have to leave

let your taste linger on my lips

even when citrus is out of season.

- “tangerine blossoms” by caitlin hooker (ch) @steadytrembling

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unxdesire · 7 years

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#mine #lyric edit #downurs #witchskies #weaksorry #affectioms #audreyassume #hi.harmed #highschoolhandjob #sleepygogh #peachuzz #extrasad #extracold #haxze #veincold #blairwvldorf

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sadrosegrl · 7 years

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pol-ar-ity · 7 years

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It’s your birthday today. I don’t know what to do with this knowledge anymore. I don’t call. I don’t write. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve typed out exactly what I would say. But I don’t press send. Last year, I called you. You told me you’d call me back later, and then you didn’t. Unsurprising, but the sting was still there. I didn’t even realize I was wounded. The year before that, you took me to dinner. We parked in front of the restaurant and you yelled about your parents for a good 15 minutes before we finally got out of the car. I wanted to kiss it better, but I didn’t. I knew better, instead. This year, I’ll get high on the meds I would have given you as a present. I’ll drown the pain in cheap tequila that doesn’t taste like your mouth. I’ll sit in the bath and pretend it doesn’t hurt. I’ll cry loudly. I’ll laugh at the memories. The sporadic giggles will sound foreign to my own ears. I’ll almost write you again. Today is your birthday. I don’t call.

cut scene: “happy birthday, remember when we used to have everything?"

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peachbeebaby · 7 years

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#peach post #my photos #downurs #peachisty

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painsucc-blog · 7 years

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i once told you that i live without regrets. never mind staying up until sunrise talking with you. let’s just not mind all those late night conversations and “i love you’s” to fill the silence. i told you to live in the moment. making the most out of everything. still. i think you’re the biggest regret of them all.

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strawberrybutch · 8 years

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currently screaming bc my faves are reblogging my post

#veincold #downurs

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astrotired · 8 years

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#downurs #not mine #astrotired

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steadytrembling · 5 years

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a doodle I created based on a poem I wrote. 29 october 2019.

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sadrosegrl · 7 years

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#mine #sadrosegrl #edit #a girl is a gun #pastel #aesthetic #highschoolhandjobs #sadangel2002 #weaksorry #emptysorry #downurs #rosemother #roselove #silk101

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peachbeebaby · 7 years

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When you touched me I felt the sun

☁☉☁

[Image description: two pictures of large yellow roses. The left phot is a close up of the same flower and soft pink hues can be seen on the edges of the petals which curl inwards near the center, but on the second picture it can be seen that it unfurls widely in its outer petals]

#downurs #peachisty #my photos #peach post #flowers

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sadcryptid · 8 years

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I. he doesn’t speak French. he’s never really felt the need to learn a foreign language - English is so commonly spoken, and besides, he doesn’t travel much but he has never been so compelled to learn French as he is right now for French, after all, is the language of love - and he might be falling in it II. it’s a Wednesday, in a cafe there is a vase of lilacs on the table in front of her, gently touched by the morning sunlight coming in from the window the rays dance in her hair and bring out colors he didn’t even know existed; she is like a painting, the light creating brush strokes, he can almost see how the room ripples and blurs to make sure that she is always the focus III. she’s having a blueberry muffin. he wonders if that’s what she always gets - if she comes into this cafe often, if the employees know her name, and always make sure her muffin and coffee are perfectly warm or if she has never tried the muffins - if she just felt like experimenting, or they were recommended by a friend, or they were out of her usual choice he wonders if she’s ever even been in this cafe before she doesn’t look out of place - she looks like she belongs, like the room was somehow incomplete before her arrival but he comes here often enough that it seems likely they’d have crossed paths before, and he’s certain there’s no way he would have overlooked her so she must be new, mustn’t she? she dunks a bit of muffin in her coffee, and he tells himself to stop being so weird, and turns to place his order (which ends up being coffee…and a blueberry muffin) IV. usually, he takes his coffee to go he is not the most punctual of people, and he’s typically running late to work already the cafe has communal seating he checks the time - 9:08, so he’s already 8 minutes late, a few more couldn’t hurt, right? he approaches a chair close to her “excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?” she looks up at him through long lashes and smiles apologetically - “actually, that’s my friend’s seat, she’s in the bathroom, I’m sorry” this is said with a slight accent that intrigues him, but once he figured out she had said no, he didn’t hear anything after that V. no other seat in the house interests him - the further one is away from the sun, the less they can experience the light so he stammers some sort of a goodbye, and turns to leave he whispers “au revoir” on his way out VI. he turns around to hold the door open for an elderly couple, and he risks one last look at her and he notices an French to English dictionary on her table next to her notebook and he smiles and he turns back VII. “bonjour,” he says “oh! bonjour!” she replies. “parlez-vous Français?” “no,” he smiles, “but I intend to learn.”

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ghostlys · 10 years

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downurs replied to your post: Trying and failing to be cute.

you are literally so gorgeous omg

wow hey this kinda made my night thank you ily you are so special ily

#downurs

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steadytrembling · 5 years

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my best friend was diagnosed with depression when she was eight years old

she used to bang her head against the wall

she used to like it when it hurt

when we started college she gave her body to men who wouldn’t stay past two weeks because

she likes when it hurts and it always does.

I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety in middle school,

and I used to have an affinity for sharp edges I used to be my own acupuncturist trying to release the tension and anxieties dancing through every fiber of my muscles, every molecule in my being

but now

now I have an affinity for picking at my skin, picking around the edges,

any imperfection must go and it must go now.

Everything must go,

the biggest sale of the year: my body at a discounted rate

finders keepers,

ravage it.

ravage me.

drive me so deep into the mattress that I can’t think about anything else but you filling me.

drive me so deep I can’t feel the aching in my chest.

look into my eyes help me pretend I’m not alone help me pretend that you love me. I know you don’t but at least

in the moment