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my body after i eat my first piece of fruit in 3 months:

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if yo gurl look like this she a keeper

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Auch ist es vielleicht nicht eigentlich Liebe

Wenn ich sage dass du mir das Liebste bist.

Liebe ist, dass du mir das Messer bist,

Mit dem ich in mir wühle.

- Franz Kafka

what is one line of poetry/writing that lives in ur head rent free please share i would like to know 

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i wish i didnt look like a foot

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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry

and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tries to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.

Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

and these the last verses that I write for her

- Pablo Neruda "Tonight I can write"

what is one line of poetry/writing that lives in ur head rent free please share i would like to know 

#imma just go ahead and use this post to dump all my favorite poems #yes i know op asked for lines but i decided on the whole poems

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why does this whole scene look & sound like a YTP

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​I don’t

want you

to be

nervous. Maybe

thinking of

a walrus

would help.

Have you

seen the

video of

the penguin

accidentally stepping

on a

sleeping walrus?

It thought

it was

a rock.

The walrus

wakes up

like what

the fuck

and the

penguin scurries

off like

oh shit.

Sometimes it’s

funny watching

a surprise

happen, and

not just

funny but

kind of

amazing — like,

you never

really know

what’s what

when it

comes to

this planet.

Then again,

when it’s

you getting

surprised, that’s

different. Especially

for tender

ones like

us. What

are we

supposed to

do? It’s

bad for

our hearts,

you know.

I hope

you won’t

need pills

like I

do. I

think I

get so

scared because

I’m greedy — 

I want

to hold

onto everything,

the world

wants to

take it

away. What

the fuck.

The number

of hours

we have

together is

actually not

so large.

Please linger

near the

door uncomfortably

instead of

just leaving.

Please forget

your scarf

in my

life and

come back

later for

it. 

- Mikko Harvey "For M"

what is one line of poetry/writing that lives in ur head rent free please share i would like to know 

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T-t-t-talk to me

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hey guys check out my new berserk headcanons!

guts is on LITHIUM and ZOLOFT to help his POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER

puck is on XANAX to CALM HIS LITTLE GAY ASS DOWM

casca is in INPATIENT THERAPY and SPEECH THERAPY

griffith has MY FIST DOWN HIS THROAT

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i hope im not gonna regret this

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year of the rat means everyone in NYC gets a stat buff

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