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this is it? is this what growing up is all about? we pass joy around in a bottle of cheap wine for one last time. I know, everyone is constantly changing and the earth is spinning and eventually everything happens just like it’s supposed to. but if my car were to crash on my way back to the city I call my new home, I wouldn’t be angry. my mom buys herself flowers now and I think that’s a good thing. she also keeps my scissors in a different shelf. and the tree in our backyard is gone. you never know when it’s the last time. is growing up nothing more than feeling younger than you are and leaving all the things you love so dearly behind?
-e.f
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birdinlermisin · 1 year
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but at least we made each other feel something. we made each other feel alive and we looked into each other’s eyes, wondering what they would look like if we had really been in love with each other.
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“I believed you even when I knew you were lying.”
- S. C. C.
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tellherium · 11 months
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It was Never about You //
3 of 3: Poems From the First Evening I've Spent Alone in Over a Month
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excerptsofstories · 6 months
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She started walking away from him, and there was a brief look of desperation on his face. "Wait," he called out, hoping she would stay for just a bit longer. "Don't go." She turned around and hesitated, before saying, "It's over. You can tell me a thousand lies. You can say that you've never met anyone like me before. You can laugh at all my jokes and stare at me like I'm the only woman in the world. You can tell me that it's always been me. But at the end of the day, she's the one you go home to. And I finally understand that that's never going to change."
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1425
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blueloveonly · 7 months
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I am a mosaic of all the people i have ever loved.
I carry pieces of them just as they carry pieces of my soul. I’m a whole person, just not entirely made by myself.
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silentwalrus1 · 6 months
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if i have to read one more published fantasy book that uses irl memes and online vernacular in its dialogue i’m taking away the toys until y’all can learn to respect yourselves. Not only does it break immersion in your world and detract from your characters having their own voices, it also makes you, the author, seem like a dim parrot incapable of neither original thought nor basic understanding of the passage of time
1) due to the timeline of publishing, any meme included will automatically be hopelessly dated by the time the story reaches readers and
2) it’s literally the same thing Ready Player One did. Hey look i’m pointing at a thing in pop culture. Did you get my reference? Did you get it? Let me list some more colors and shapes you recognize. Did you get it? And then Gideon Nav hit the dab or whatever. Hashtag Relatable!
It’s so painfully unfunny and uncompelling every time. We can do better. Apply some creativity to your own work
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darlingdeathx · 1 month
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amateur-scribbler · 25 days
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Fat.
It’s a word that’s sitting in my stomach with weights tied to its feet. It’s floating down past the food I binged and then it’s watching the purge; making the toxic cycle complete.
It’s eating up space in my mind, this obsessive outlook about the size of my thighs.
I think I’d be happier, more loveable, and more confident if I was skinnier. I lie to everyone and myself about wanting to lose weight to be healthy when it’s all about the exteriors.
I know it’s not true, just my brain trying to make me want it more, by using a twisted methodology it has always used before.
My beautiful brain tries so hard to be helpful but, the whispered insults about my body to spur on change are only making me miserable.
I remind myself that the clawing voices in my mind won’t go away because I’m thinner, and I won’t magically love what’s in the mirror even if I weighed nothing more than a feather.
But, I like the grass.
No, not the bits of green in the salad, but the blades that reside on the other side of the mirror, where I assume the stars all shine clearer and of course my body is the type of unachievable perfection I’ve forever been dreaming of.
body dysmorphia is my best friend - t.k.o.
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soul-struck · 8 months
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oh, because love is like that feeling i get in my ribs after drinking black coffee and forgetting to eat, a fluttering in my chest, in my fingers, the shortness of breath when i stand up and that strange weakness in my legs. why is love always pain and forgetting for me. i wish i could love like my brother, like buying birthday cards and keychains and necklaces, why can't i love like love isn't pain to me?
and, oh my god, you think i'm being so overdramatic when i tell you this, but you don't understand. someone once told me that i fall in love with any kindness someone shows to me, because once i fell off my bike and i didnt cry because i thought it didnt hurt that bad, but when a stranger offered me bandages and antiseptic, i started sobbing.
im so terribly unequipped to fall in love it sickens me. because i enjoy storms and lately it rains with the sun still out and i hate it because it feels all wrong.
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what are we going to do now?
with all this wasted love, I mean. we can continue being backseat lovers, continue watching the night sky and wishing for better times to lie ahead of us. are we going to consist of more than formidable conversations between shadows and seasonal kisses? whatever we’ll be, I will always look at the stars, desperately hoping to find a piece of me and you within them. and I will never stop holding my breath out of fear that when I exhale, a little bit of your love could leave. maybe next time, all drunk and sentimental, I will confess how I’ve seen all the planets and stars but still, the definition of beauty is you, my love.
- e.f
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jerry-loves-you · 2 years
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I'm a clingy partner. I want to know what you're doing throughout the whole day. Text me call me send me voice notes. I love hearing your voice. I'm always gonna hold your hand if we're out in public. Let me bury my face in your neck. Be cuddly with me on weekends. Order food from restaurant and spend your day snuggling with me. Kiss me every hour and whisper 'i love you' in my ears. I'm not going to lose sight of you i want you in front of my eyes 24/7. <33
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“Do you have any idea of how many little things remind me of you everyday?”
- S. C. C.
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lilliesand-valleys · 6 days
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tellherium · 8 months
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my angel numbers have moved from 111 to 222 and I am doing my best to think more than ever
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