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seventhapril · 5 months
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seventhapril · 5 months
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when you take care of a plant, you cut away the rotting parts
when you take care of a plant, you cut away the rotting parts.
it starts small - the tip of a leaf, the walls of a stem, the petals of a flower bud- but if you ignore it, the whole plant greys and withers and dies before your very eyes.
it almost seems simple, doesn’t it?
if it rots, you cut. and you throw.
rot. cut. throw.
except this: no one ever told you you might be it. the rotting bit, the mold, the disease, the infection - in their ecosystems. and they have to cut you away. and throw.
once upon a time you thought you were the sunshine. and maybe you were. but reality is cruel and the truth ever more - you were but the stiff, warm humidity that plagues their atmosphere.
so when they cut. and they throw. you don’t understand.
but in the reflection of your own tears you see yourself for who you truly are - rotted, decaying, worthless.
you look up to their lush evergreen and silently you understand. and even if it hurts your chest and pierces your heart, you agree.
you say goodbye.
you’re rotting away. so you cut. and you throw.
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seventhapril · 1 year
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the thing is -
love is finite.
you think people stay in love in their happy ever afters?
you get comfortable. you settle. you compromise. you close an eye and you forget.
love doesn’t stick around. you don’t get to decide when it begins or how it leaves.
when you talk about love you’re talking about the past, or what will be the past.
love is finite. good things are finite. otherwise it won’t be as in valuable.
but I’d rather be the one to decide to be done with love, before it finds me again, only to leave once more.
love is fickle, and I’d rather have the control.
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seventhapril · 2 years
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MIRIEL, STEWARD OF THE CHURCH OF VOWS
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seventhapril · 2 years
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#my final girls
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seventhapril · 2 years
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How to know you truly have a problem:
You think you can fix him 🥺
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seventhapril · 2 years
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my bonnie lies over the ocean,
my bonnie lives across the sea;
every night i stay up and wonder,
oh when will he return to me?
my bonnie’s a hardworking sailor,
my bonnie lives earnest and free;
every night i plead to the heavens,
oh pamper him endless for me.
oh blow ye winds over the ocean,
oh send my love across the sea;
oh wish him the sweetest dreams at night,
and reunite him with me.
last night as i lay on my pillow,
last night i thought of him till dawn;
alas a cruel thought struck me so,
i dreamt that my bonnie was gone.
my bonnie lies over the ocean,
perhaps i’ll fly over the sea;
to close this distance between us,
and happy is what i will be.
bring back, bring back,
oh bring back my bonnie to me, to me;
bring back, bring back,
oh bring back my bonnie to me.
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seventhapril · 3 years
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seventhapril · 3 years
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eyes
the moment he set foot in the door you dragged him straight to bed - you couldn’t wait another second.
the both of you collapsed into bed and it was straightforward, instinctive - nothing fancy, no positions or kinks or toys, just him laying on top of you, doing what you’ve both yearned for months.
words weren’t necessary - your eyes and his did the talking no words can better convey.
in his eyes past the fierce hunger for you, you see a tenderness, intensified by many months of being away. he cared for you, and he needed you - to feel, to see, to hear. he soaked in as much of you as he could, needing you to overwhelm his senses, almost to pry back the lost time.
in your eyes beyond the thirst for his touch and dominance, he sees an emotional relief - he was finally home to you. all those nights worried and alone didn’t matter anymore. he was safe and sound in your arms and god help whoever tried to rip you away.
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seventhapril · 3 years
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seventhapril · 3 years
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https://www.instagram.com/p/CJBz6xph85F
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seventhapril · 3 years
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Raysa Fontana
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PORTUGAL Bruno Barbey
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seventhapril · 4 years
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when you take care of a plant, you cut away the rotting parts
when you take care of a plant, you cut away the rotting parts.
it starts small - the tip of a leaf, the walls of a stem, the petals of a flower bud- but if you ignore it, the whole plant greys and withers and dies before your very eyes.
it almost seems simple, doesn’t it?
if it rots, you cut. and you throw.
rot. cut. throw.
except this: no one ever told you you might be it. the rotting bit, the mold, the disease, the infection - in their ecosystems. and they have to cut you away. and throw.
once upon a time you thought you were the sunshine. and maybe you were. but reality is cruel and the truth ever more - you were but the stiff, warm humidity that plagues their atmosphere.
so when they cut. and they throw. you don’t understand.
but in the reflection of your own tears you see yourself for who you truly are - rotted, decaying, worthless.
you look up to their lush evergreen and silently you understand. and even if it hurts your chest and pierces your heart, you agree.
you say goodbye.
you’re rotting away. so you cut. and you throw.
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seventhapril · 4 years
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like it was a good thing
“we’re still friends,
we’re on good terms.
no drama.”
i smile like it’s a good thing.
“wow that’s great!
that’s so rare,
good for you!”
i nod in response like it’s a good thing.
“i initiated it,
but yknow,
i think he stopped loving me first. “
i laugh it off like it’s a good thing.
“oh that’s alright,
darling,
you’ll find someone eventually.”
i thank them like it’s a good thing.
“he couldn’t deal with my depression,
he didn’t believe in my career,
but i know he’s a good person.”
i repeat to myself like it’s a good thing.
“we were three years old
waist-deep in planning for our future
and i love him.”
i remind myself like it’s a good thing.
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seventhapril · 4 years
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firsts
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when i first met you
i saw a pain, in your eyes, so familiar to me,
that my heart screamed to reach out
to pull you away, away from that animosity -
when i first talked to you
i heard a kindred spirit, so recognisable to me,
that my arms ached to embrace you
so you’d know, you’d know you weren’t an anomaly;
when i first kissed you
i felt a desire, burning, so irresistible to me,
that my mind melted into submission
to give anything you wanted with me, my physicality;
when i first watched you
leave, drive, sail away from me,
i suffered a longing so unique, i realised,
you had me addicted to you, to you, a deity.
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seventhapril · 4 years
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just another girl
i know you’re out there
sailing the world
leaving your marks everywhere -
and i’m here
cooped up in my room
wishing you would care -
i know you’re not stopping
for anyone, anything,
because you’re not done healing -
but i hope and i pray,
to gods i’ve never called,
that i’m more than just a short stay.
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