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emery-lh · 8 months
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and then it hit me
like a sudden lighting strike
that it’s been almost seven years—
and when that clock strikes
neither your skin nor mine
will remember each other
the lips that kissed yours
and the flesh that wrapped around me
will no longer exist
gosh, i thought i was over it—over everything
i had made peace with just the memories
but how can i be over it? over you?
when the skin that touched yours will soon be gone forever
and you will actually just be just a memory in my mind and heart
and probably someday just my heart (if my mind goes)
i know it’s almost seven years but
still this hurts
knowing that—someday
no one will remember us.
not even me or you.
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emery-lh · 9 months
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and it hurt so bad i stopped writing. i still haven’t started. that’s how much it hurt — how much I broke.
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emery-lh · 2 years
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growing up is knowing the difference between choosing to be strong and being forced
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emery-lh · 3 years
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“there really is a life after depression and heartbreak. i didn’t believe there was but there is. so keep fighting. please. “
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emery-lh · 4 years
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“What’s your greatest fear?” she asks.
“To be forgotten,” I tell her. “But not just that. To be forgotten by a person who I could never forget.“
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emery-lh · 4 years
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emery-lh · 4 years
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emery-lh · 4 years
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“I don’t miss you. I miss who you were—who we were.”
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emery-lh · 4 years
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Yes. It is so difficult.
Is it really so difficult for you to imagine that somebody could love you? That they could stay?
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emery-lh · 4 years
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emery-lh · 4 years
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emery-lh · 4 years
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Florence and the Machine at last night’s Spotify event in Brooklyn. As Florence began to sing Sky Full of Song a literal storm began to hit, she never faltered and embraced the storm.
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emery-lh · 4 years
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feelings❌
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emery-lh · 4 years
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“I was afraid he was my one chance at love. I screwed it up. Now, I am afraid that I wouldn’t find love again.”
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emery-lh · 4 years
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It was a terrifying thing to admit. Almost too terrifying to say out loud.
“What do you want?” He asked.
“It’s a simple thing.” I said.
“What is it?”
“All anyone ever wants.” I said. “To feel important in some small way.
“To be loved.
“To matter.”
Sue Zhao
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emery-lh · 4 years
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“I think the point of loving yourself isn’t to love yourself everyday but most days”
—I’m trying.
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emery-lh · 5 years
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