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lovely-abeille · 10 months
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how'd your parents die again?, fatimah asghar // anna kamienska // mabel, becca del la rosa // ? // heather havrilesky // maya angelou // the fall of the house of usher, steven beroff
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2armsnaheartbeat · 2 years
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I am so overwhelmed, why did I have to be the one that fell so hard?
-ej
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httpbrokensblog · 16 days
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The loneliest is eating at her again.
She craves nothing more but the affection that she has been forever longing for.
The darkness is tempting, and so desperately wants to eat away her soul, to find any ounce of respect she has for herself.
She wants to feel, she wants to love.
It’s the only thing that has been keeping her alive.
The anticipation;
But it has never came.
How long can she keep longing for it before she gives in?
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cocaineorchids · 4 months
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I woke up today with an ache in my soul. A reminder of the things you planted in my brain and left deep-rooted to overgrow like a wildfire. Time is the only healer of a broken heart but what do they say for those with broken souls? What about those of us who aren’t necessarily heart-broken, but in a constant loop, replaying the mistakes of the ghosts of our pasts, who’ve left deep scars in the most beautiful parts of ourselves. What do we have to say for those of us who are so sure that we’ve rid ourselves of the lingering aches left by those who took a knife to our hearts, only to wake up one day and feel as if we’re reliving it all over again. How is it that when all is said and done, those who’ve left us with a distorted self-image and a life time of questions, are the ones who walk away unscathed. I suppose my point is, how am i okay when i’m not okay at all.
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bxbybubble-jpeg · 1 year
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Hotel Books//Wooden Floorboards
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suqqubus · 7 months
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somewhereinthemisora · 2 months
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V.
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hoiyroller · 1 year
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maybe one day you'll realize we weren't so different after all.
maybe you'll text me when you aren't drunk.
maybe you could think of a better sentence.
maybe they could've forgiven you.
maybe you could've dug yourself out.
you fucking prick.
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the--war--never--ends · 9 months
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i’m trying to convince myself to hate you so i don’t feel the pain of loving you anymore.
it’s not working.
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lovely-abeille · 1 year
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red. all you see is red. fury, rage and anger. in the dark fiery pits of your heart, there is anger. at the core of your body - at the center - you will find a fire burning of rage.
you will realize the lasting impact of the storm in your heart. it will get you in trouble, it will make you scream, it will test your very limits. but it will save you.
one day, your teacher will pair you with the boy you hate the most - the same boy you once loved so dearly. and you will beg her to rethink her decision. despite your pleading, she won't bend. you'll glance at the boy and study the expression on his friend. his lips turned into a smirk. his easygoing eyes creased from laughter. his friends laugh and you'll let them. in that moment, you understand that he's dead to you. he's worth nothing.
then. the fire will grow and all this terrible anger will make you whole. you will be born renew and you will burn. god will let you burn. in heaven or in hell, you deserve to burn and simmer in the heat of the fire. because this rage makes you holy.
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2armsnaheartbeat · 2 years
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And i'll scream your name over and over again until my mouth runs dry. but you still wouldn't care, right?
-ej
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httpbrokensblog · 29 days
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I haven’t felt numb in so long.
Oh, how I missed this.
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cocaineorchids · 4 months
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when you told me how she felt about you, your lips dripping with all the reassurance of yours for me, it didn’t cross your mind that it’d be a thought i’d go back to like a bad habit. with all of the trust i have in me to give to you, i am not overflowing with it. when you told me, my walls shifted a little and where the trust was seeping out faster than i could catch it, it was no longer unable to be contained. friend. that six letter word i catch myself getting stuck on like gum on the bottom of my shoe. and who am i to not believe in you, although please forgive that i can’t. call it what you will, but this is caution in all it’s bloody glory. i am nothing if not prepared for the battle of my own emotional turmoil. you see i am unequivocally, irrevocably in love with you, but when you told me that, and please understand that all i could see is that same feeling radiating within her
it’s not fair i know, but if the turned tables turned, would your humanity show too? i ask as if i don’t know the answer is that you’d understand in a way i could never fathom. a part of me though, the most selfish part of me wishes it’d pierce through you too. a thought you can’t shake. one that makes you question things to your core. yet i know this is what i’d call wishful thinking and when it comes to this page in the book, i know we’ll never quite be on the same one
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