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#I’m okay
avainblue · 5 months ago
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it’s an unspoken thing between all of us- the grief of all the friends you never got to say goodbye to. like, the friends youd make in science class because the teacher sat you next to one another, the friends from your childhood who you mightve only spoken to in school, but whose existence sunk its teeth into you and left a permanent mark. even the ones you were closest to, the ones you called best friend for a time, somewhere along the way you parted without even noticing it. somewhere along the way, you played outside for the last time, shared food for the last time, stayed up talking for the last time, said i love you for the last time. when was the last time? we didnt decide to stop being friends. we didnt even say goodbye. but ‘see you next week’ turned into ‘it’s been a long time’, and now, if you saw each other in the street, you might pretend that you didnt. you might not even recognise them. they might not even recognise you. you can’t remember the shape of their nose. and what about the connections you made online when you were a child, playing games that meant so little with nameless friends that meant so much? or when you were a bit older, talking to strangers but loving them like family? here, raise a glass to the friends who disappeared one day, who deactivated, who stopped messaging you back, because online friends can bring you just as much joy as real life ones, too. when the adults told you dont talk to strangers, they didnt consider the good morning! :) texts, the have you eaten today? texts, the trying to hold in your laughter at 3am texts, the i wish timezones and continents and countries didnt exist so i could hug you texts, the little pieces of a persons heart texts, blue light flooding across the world just to say i love you. sleep well. i love you. i love you. the grief comes in waves. it’s slow, and soft, and steady- you dont notice it pooling around your ankles at first, you dont want to- but it comes. childhood is where the grief begins. it’s reared like a well-loved pet, a hungry mouth under the tablecloth. a passing thought from time to time, when you remember the girl you befriended a long long time ago, and when you wonder where she went. it doesn’t feel like much at first. it doesn’t break you yet. it’s not like real grief, not like anyone died, but you had something in your hand and now it’s empty and you can’t remember where you put it. it’s like that, except the thing in your hand was a person who loved you, once. a person whose face you couldn’t draw if the world got on its knees and begged you. when you dont get to say goodbye to someone, your memory becomes a funeral, every conversation you ever shared with them a eulogy. because this is how the story goes. i had a friend. this is not a poem. i had a friend.
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somewhatsomelikepoetry · 7 months ago
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Always waited for someone to save me, turns out I was the one I was waiting for
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caffeinewitchcraft · 4 months ago
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*experiences several turns of bad luck that affects me financially, physically and emotionally over the course of 6 months*
Me, lips directly on the mic: hold on, folks, we are experiencing some fucking turbulence today
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electracraft · 5 months ago
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stephreynaart · a month ago
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D’oh boy! Ah sure do luv drawin me some shit in perspective!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAOHHHOHHHGODMYLIFEHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaa……
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bagel-with-creamcheese · 4 months ago
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Mother daughter relationships are so strange.
I love my mother more than anyone else in the world, I would take a bullet for her. But she is also the only person in the world who can say less than two sentences to me and make me long for the sweet embrace of death.
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vintage-soleil · 5 days ago
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posallys · 5 months ago
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State Of Grace, Taylor Swift // The Last Olympian, Rick Riordan
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dudeiwannasleep · 6 months ago
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is there a pride flag for bitches that can’t use a potato peeler without injury
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bastardbvby · 9 months ago
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dream thinks the dream team’s souls are like puzzle pieces and they all fit together .
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milktea-grn · 8 months ago
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i’m going through something there’s. A FACE UNDER THERE
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kuuipobangtan · 6 months ago
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— BTS JUNGKOOK x VOGUE
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somewhatsomelikepoetry · 7 months ago
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It’s days like these I realise how happy I am that I chose to stay alive
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bleulone · a year ago
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it’s anthony bridgerton and kate sheffield’s season MY DUDES
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screamingatanemptyroom · 10 months ago
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There is a weariness that comes with time. I can’t spare energy to glance at the clock but it moves on without my notice or care. Marching forward, increasing the burden silently. No pause or break, no chance to catch up, the steady pace beyond the ability of my desperate self to match. I wish for relief, but my answer is silence as…
Time moves on.
I take a deep breath. My hands move, never stopping. My thoughts race from problem to problem. I keep working, praying that nothing is missed in the frantic pace. Hand over hand. Each move deliberate. Each decision a risk, each risk a burden. It slowly weighs me down. And yet, despite my silent pleas for rest…
Time moves on.
A sudden stillness. Panic sets in. Why aren’t I moving? What have I missed? I turn around, searching, lost, but in the end there is nothing to find. It was simply a pause, a break, a chance to breath. But even that is lost as I couldn’t believe it to be true. Before there is time to appreciate what I’ve done, the pace picks up again. I must move forward once more without rest as…
Time moves on.
Each step a choice, each choice a chance for error. Stumbling is no excuse, the goal keeps moving, forever just tantalizingly beyond my fingertips. Breaking, raw, my feet shuffle forward, my hands reach out, grasping nothing. I take a breath, it tears my lungs. I open my mouth but no words are there. There is no energy to form them, no thought to connect them, no air to send them out. There is only silence as…
Time moves on.
I must keep moving. I must not stop. I must not accept failure even as it grasps my heels. One step forward. Then another. Time will not stop so neither can I. Are there others struggling beside me? I cannot turn to see them. I pray they aren’t trapped, that they found a way out of this endless race, the unending maze. But even these hopes fade. I cannot spare another thought, for the pace has increased again as…
Time moves on.
There is a weariness that comes with time. The clock will continue to move. Marching with constant rhythm. Silent. Inexorable. Deaf to pleas or reasoning. Never ending. The race will continue, long after I am no longer there to run it. But I’m still here. I’m still moving forward. One step. Another. Forward. Onward.
Time moves on.
Time moves on.
Time moves on.
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idontfudgingknow · 3 months ago
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This isn’t confirmed, but (PE) HoD functioned like CE HoD, right??? To assimilate a human, it needs to drive them to despair
Which. Like.
If that’s really the case
What does that mean for Klein? What does that mean for Emile???
What did the Herrscher say to them to break them??? To make them so utterly hopeless????
We all know the horrific effect CE HoD had on all of its victims and how it was portrayed but
Now that we know these two and their importance to the Flame Chaser’s story, what does it say about them???
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zukkaoru · 5 months ago
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just thought about yuuta buying gifts to bring back for all his friends while he’s abroad and he’s so excited about it but then. when he finally gets to come back—
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sergeantsparky · 4 months ago
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The speed at which I recognized David Ogden Stiers as the narrator of a Disney documentary in my film studies class…
I think I’ll pass out if I don’t find a way to talk about mash at least once in this class!
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anotherashley · 6 months ago
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JONNY GOAL!!!
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mypascalito975 · 2 months ago
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I am NOT ready…. Yes I am, but really I’m not. I will be…. 😩😩😍😍😍😍😍 @vanemando15 thank you for the torture.
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