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#excerpts from my heart
lithium-late-nights · 8 months
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Your blade in my back my hands on your neck we called our pain love and danced till the end
song prompt from @dolores-hazy / turnover - dizzy on the comedown / Cole A.
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lost-in-time-marie · 12 days
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God Lives With The Ants
When I was younger, I would lay under a maple tree in the backyard. I’d stare up at the leaves and watch them wither from a bright green into orange and red and fall all around my head. I’d talk with the wind that danced and sang as it rushed through the trees and played with my hair. I’d observe the ants as they went about their business in the dirt next to me. So small, and yet we occupied the same space, but our perspectives couldn’t be more different. Our futures intimately linked and yet I found myself wondering if this crawling little insect could sense my gaze. I wondered what great giant’s ribcage laid beside my whole infinite universe, small enough to be held on the tip of their finger. And suddenly, for the first time, I believed that colossus did gaze at my universe, occupying its same space, but somehow so small and impossibly different, and it would get misty eyed pondering the complexity and beauty of our entangled existences, and it would hope things for all us and then mourn those hopes as they changed and evolved over the years, entirely beyond anyone’s reach at this point.
~K.
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shittonofapples · 10 days
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A week has passed since I locked away my heart.
I already feel lighter, with their memories no longer floating above my head like the ghosts of balloons which were popped long ago.
They are always with me.
My first girl, J, with her ivory black hair and her full eyes, her melodic voice and her tinkering chuckle.
My first love, P, with his wide smile and friendly face, his love for making everything a game and racing everywhere.
My first orgasm, A, with his long golden hair and piercings everywhere, his rock music and his slow way to talk.
My first coincidence, R, with his honey curls, green eyes and sweet smile, his taste so similar to mine and his everlasting way of critiquing everything in a film.
My first crush after finding myself, An, with her redish curly locks, her daring dark eyes and her hourglass figure... her devilish smirk, her love for chaos and for loving almost everything I love.
I carry them with me wherever I go, my beloved almosts and yet nevers, the people who took a piece of my heart with them and whom I wonder if they think of me once in a while. I wish for them the entirety of the happiness they desire, I wish for them to be fulfilled and healed and surrounded by love... I wished I could have been one of the people there to love them, and I wonder if in other universes I am. I wonder if its true, what is said in Spider-Man! If there are infinite versions of me and how many of those versions get to be by their sides.
This version, nevertheless, is... just here. Meeting people I love endlessly and losing them all the same. Destined to be alone.
Art by: @reindrawsapples on IG
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"You never told me. It felt like a betrayal."
"Just because I was screaming underwater doesn't mean I wasn't screaming. You just couldn't hear me."
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darichonne · 1 year
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insta: @darichonne
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Teach me how to be fine when my heart weighs more than the existence of my soul.
August 26th, 2022.
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schizoetic · 3 months
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"Art is a bridge from one heart to another"
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ladywithahandbook · 4 months
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My own bed feels strange, I just can’t fall asleep without you.
- Lady With A Handbook
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bittarxblack · 1 year
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And suddenly.
Everything hurt again.
- Riv
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messsywriter · 1 year
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You always find a way back to me. In words, in movies, in songs, in that coffee shop we used to walk by. In memories. In every posible way, you always come back. And I can’t keep pretending you’re not in every corner I see. In every thought. In every feeling. Your memory is consuming my life. And the worst part? I don’t want you to stop.
- I. A
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maiawrites · 2 years
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Extreme hunger
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lithium-late-nights · 8 months
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I loaded roses in my rifle and pretended to hunt for peace
song prompt from @dolores-hazy / turnover - dizzy on the comedown / Cole A.
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lost-in-time-marie · 17 days
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All My Unsatisfied Cravings
Most people don’t know what it’s like to want things. Not really. Not deeply. With your whole heart and soul. You’re willing to bleed for it, push for it, give for it.
Oh sure, people know all about coveting. Humans do this the best, perhaps. We covet what we see everyday. This life, this hair, this face, this position, this power, this person.
My body doesn’t know what to do with all its wanting. I hurt and mourn and long for things I’ve never seen or heard or tasted. I’m starving and I’m craving and I’m standing in the middle of the biggest buffet, more than my eyes can hold, and my favorite food is missing. My mouth turns sour at every dish. I can’t tell you what it is, what ingredients it requires, if you bake or sauté it. But I could pick out the smell, in this room full of every delicious mouth watering meal, and I’ll recognize it when it’s finally put on the plate in front of me.
~K.
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After the death of our daughter - you sought solace in another woman. I guess I wasn't as appealing once I had become a walking grave.
I'll never forget the way you just stared at me, empty-eyed, when I told you how I wanted to jump and kiss the concrete below.
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poetryofmanya · 8 months
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I need to dump my brain somewhere and vomit out everything I have ever learned. Sit by a river and watch the stream take over my lessons, walk barefoot on the grass, cross all the mountains and valleys of loss and gains. I need to look at the trees without my heart telling my eyes to shut down. I need to look at a monarch butterfly and not judge it's colours. I need to be me over and over again but not be the me that is so broken and so hurt. I need to heal all my wounds before they rot my body down. I need to feel like the sun of my own life. I need to breathe and not crawl in my own skin.
— manya
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darichonne · 1 year
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