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television-phone-over · 24 hours

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#she ra #spilled writing #funnymemes #nail art #tumblr mahallesi #nanami kento x reader #martial arts #top gear #niam #perfect figure #ao3 fanfic #gentlebeard

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wandering-whisperer · 2 days

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"It is not the length of life but the depth of it that matters."

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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onto-what · 3 days

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https://courtney-157.mxtkh.fun/r/jruV2BH

#food photography #slasher x reader #luxury cars #digital archives #spilled writing #geometry #tumblr mahallesi #nanami kento x reader #marauders era #martial arts #samurai jack

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arseholism · 2 days

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The urge to be romantic, to nurture your beautiful soul..

Two broken lovers star crossed, together we feel whole..

The misogynistic attraction, and you’re all that I truly crave..

Like a master of pleasure, in love with his beautiful slave..

Everything is twisted, and these kaleidoscopic fantasies come alive..

You’re smiling, oh that sweetness, it’s fun to watch you thrive..

Whoever said love was hard? It courses like blood through my veins..

You’re everything that I want.. and I want you again and again..

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pink-heart-writes · 21 hours

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roughly 2% of the world have your hair color

and around 7% of it have your blood type

you are a walking rarity

and your music taste, love for movies

and the unknown world

make sense now

i have loved a rare creature all this time

and it did not hit me until after you left

so i guess what they say it's true...

you do not know what you have

until it's gone

- dee

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flimythings · 2 days

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-filmythings

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louudthoughts · 2 days

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you made me laugh,

even when my heart

was split in half.

you didn't sew it back together,

but you did better than the aggressor.

you made me believe in humanity,

even while i was losing my sanity.

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bebx · 1 day

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aquanaax · 2 days

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Do you ever just sit there deep in your thoughts wondering what happened to you? What happened to the girl you once knew? The girl that had bright eyes, a shining smile and huge ambitious dreams to fly, fly higher than the sky, the need to exceed and break all limits and achieve so much in her cherry blossom world. The girl that cared, loved, shared for herself, for others, for the world and so much more. That nice sweet little girl, who held so much goodness and believed in heroic deeds, where did she go, when did I lose her and for what? Was it her choice to leave or did this entire world which she gave too much for, more than she could, gave her away? If I ever find her again, I may not be able to look into her eyes, the shine in them would be too much for the dark sulken dullness in my eyes to bear, her smile would fade away all the sadness I hold, her sky high dreams would make my achievements seem too grounded, she would contrast me in every way, she would kill me as she would take away everything I ever knew and became therefore as a result of. Then maybe, I would finally become alive.

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threewordusername · 3 days

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age indicates experience:

for most, a life is led

of deceit, loss, and

aimless wandering.

we are simply figurines

dancing in the palm

of an unknown power -

the system is not as it seems.

superficial-seeming scars,

hidden by political veils

of blanket misdirections,

run deep.

oh, they run deep.

"the portrayal of surreality."

d.b.a

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alaskaisnothere · 3 days

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it's eclipse season and you can't look at me. you say that the sun always burned you and you can't be burned again. even though you've burned me, but that wasn't intentional so that doesn't count, you say. you wish i always rainy, because you only feel good when you feel bad. because that's familiar. because feeling bad takes no effort and you've only ever seen rock bottom and chained yourself there. is it too much work to improve yourself, sweet baby? you won't drag me down with you, either step up or enjoy the grave you've dug all those years. i don't take scraps anymore.

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wandering-whisperer · 2 days

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"Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear."

~William Wordsworth

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hersurvival · 21 hours

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You will awake soon,

The sun did in fact rise again

And there was enough oxygen

Be gentle with yourself today

And if you find that a hard thing to accomplish,

I will gladly do it for you

Do not let confusion over take you,

I know I have had a habit of doing so -

Causing you to spiral

But it is all rather simple

No matter the size nor shape

Of space you currently occupy,

I love you all the same

No matter your violent tendencies

Or the embarrassment that arises

When you struggle to express yourself to me,

I love you

All the same

You may not be perfect but neither am I,

Please let me see the beauty in you

The same as you swear you see it in me, too

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arseholism · 3 days

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Anger raging like a fiery inferno, as I hesitantly walked away.

An unequivocal reminder of how terribly I would burn if I chose to stay!

Threats of self-destruction, pleas of misery, spewed like venom as fangs were bared..

If only you had chosen to love me, to treasure me, I may have slightly cared.

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pink-heart-writes · 2 days

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sunday mornings always taunt me

they remind me of the life i wanted

and how i am still not an inch close to it

they scream in horror with how i've lived

so far, nothing has gone to plan at all

i am still stuck at mom's

and every day it gets darker

i see myself in the mirror

and the girl i used to know is nonexistent

at this point i am not expecting much

other than just to breathe and hope it wasn't all

for nothing

all this hurt sunday mornings bring has to mean

something

maybe i am not there yet for a reason

maybe i am supposed to stay still for a season

that girl in the mirror

will soon love sunday mornings

but for now

she will sit this one out

and hope for the next one

to be better, somehow

- dee

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shadowseductress · 2 days

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I wanted hickeys, you gave me scars.

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