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“I kept all my anger within me because I value what we have more than my rage.”

— naail

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And please know

that in this very moment,

while I am knitting

all these letters together,

I am thinking of you.

Nothing else,

and no one else,

but you.

I remember you // ma.c.a

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sick of people giving cheap promises and breaks them and expect me to be okay with it.

naail

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Undeniably cruel

Undeniably cruel,

she’s living in a dark place,

her soul is as empty as a space,

her heart is as cold as an ice,

her thoughts are chaos,

her world is a mess

and her life

feels like a quiz

she didn’t study for,

it’s a failure.

(G.C.Brucal)

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Darling, you’re my favourite reason to cry

- Nohidea, Smile (via lovelysuggestions)

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same shit, different day

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Worlds change when eyes meet.

Unknown (via syntacked)

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Stop listening to that song that reminds you of him. Stop reading that book that reminds you of him. Let go of everything that reminds you of him. He might be worth it, but you’ve got to respect your soul. There are other materials out there that will help you find yourself again. Listen to a song that you’ve never heard before. Read a new book that understands your pain. Find new places that you’ve never been with him. Fill your broken heart with new energy. Not everything you consume has to remind you of him. You’ve fought hard to keep him in your life. Now it’s time for you to fight hard for yourself.

Juansen Dizon, New Girl (via juansendizon)

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What’s the worst thing you ever did? Loving you, she said.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

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if I touched a poem, it would feel like kissing the laughter on your lips. if I needed another metaphor to match the slow spin of apologies, I would take it from the sleepless 2am in your hair. I know my sadness carries me from one I love you to the next, one picture and I’m folding the corners of yesterday to make myself bigger. I used to think the stars only shone when we needed a place to throw out wishes, but I know they just want to see you smile before they say goodnight. and although it hurts, my heart still beats for you, your name still bleeds out of my mouth. but, if you notice me missing you, let me know.

@juansendizon

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girls will call you just to be quiet on the phone

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I'm sorry but i've started to doubt your words

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#quote #poets #poet #poetry #poets of tumblr #splilled ink #indie #grunge

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On days when she doesn’t feel anything, she creates poetry.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

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70. Confrontation Issues and Other Things

This is my first post in the time period that is defined by 365 days, called a year, and that year is labelled as ‘2018’. I still believe that time is an illusion (or a hoax, whichever). (more…)

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