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whendidmythoughtsgocrazy ยท 3 months
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Both at the bridge, watching the night sky. Only the moon who shines enough light to see. She turns to him star gazing the beautiful night sky, but she was in awe with him. Both standing shoulder to shoulder next to each other as she goes slightly closer to him. He immediately noticed the subtle movement and turns his face to hers. She looks him into his eyes, than to his lips, at his beautiful face again. "Can I kiss you?", she asks timidly and bold at the same time. Surprised by her question but smiled the second after. "Can I kiss you instead?", she smiled at him back, nodded. He holds her face softly and kisses her with a big smile. Getting the kiss he desired for so long. Getting the kiss she kept on daydreaming about since they met.
k.b. // i just had to kiss you
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timetravelsong ยท 28 days
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๐Œ๐š๐ฒ๐›๐ž ๐ฐ๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. ๐ˆ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐š ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ.
excerpts from a book Iโ€™ll never write
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lovelyinsanity ยท 1 year
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Itโ€™s telling my friend I got her a surprise since sheโ€™s sick, and never hearing back when I can drop it off
Itโ€™s asking my group chat if anyone wants to study, and having everyone say no with no plan to see each other in the future
Itโ€™s feeling like Iโ€™m sitting on glass when Iโ€™m in a room with them. Never knowing if I belong there
Itโ€™s fading further and further from how close we used to be, since I donโ€™t see them everyday over coffee beans & old scones
Itโ€™s knowing Iโ€™m not the favorite anymore. Iโ€™m no ones favorite anymore. Iโ€™m just- forgotten.
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passionbubble ยท 1 year
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I have a fear of commitment
Itโ€™s not a leave before you get left mentality, but more of a โ€œIโ€™m going to enjoy the time I have before you goโ€
I donโ€™t have a โ€œone foot out the doorโ€ state of mind. Itโ€™s a โ€œI have a suitcase already packed just in case this endsโ€ way of living.
Love does not scare me, itโ€™s the fear of being the ONLY one in love that keeps me in this box.
You tell me that you arenโ€™t going to leave, that youโ€™re here to stay. God I wish I could tell you how many times that sentence has been tossed my way. So Iโ€™ll tell you โ€œokayโ€, but Iโ€™ve learned from a young age that everyone leaves eventually.
But youโ€™ll stay- and Iโ€™ll realize that youโ€™re staying. This terrifies me, because it doesnโ€™t fit the narrative that Iโ€™ve grown accustomed to. So, naturally, Iโ€™ll push you away. Because you being present has made loving you so much easier- which means that you leaving will shred any ounce of hope I have left in me. I am hyper aware of the fact that I am sabotaging the good things that come my way- but itโ€™s what Iโ€™m comfortable with. Maybe the peace of loneliness is worth it. Because I donโ€™t know how to love you without fearing abandonment.
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nikkasqueaka ยท 9 months
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She dropped to her knees and with quaking fingers brought her other half to her chest. As she peered into her lovers eyes, wide and empty, her soul splintered. Her scream of agony peirced the silence of that beautiful spring morning, and with nothing left to hold her together, her tears began to fall. She lay for an eternity in agony, cradling her only love to her breast and letting her anguish fill the skies. She would never again hear her laugh, or feel her caress, or see her smile, the world was empty, and it would never again be full.
-Nikola M. La Vallรฉe
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thesadwritersblog ยท 7 months
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My sky has gained another star. This one is bright, kind, generous, fierce and accepting. He is everything this world needed more of. Treat him well up there. Iโ€™ll be here keeping an eye out for you
-nim
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cindysdiary-blog1 ยท 1 year
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meteormonday ยท 8 months
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Daily Writing Challenge
12 Aug 2023
In a world where dreams are broadcasted publicly and can be experienced by others, a professional โ€œdream designerโ€ becomes famous for crafting the most captivating and thrilling dream experiences.
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urlocalclosetcase ยท 2 years
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There does come a time when you wonder if youโ€™re capable of being loved. You lay on your bed in agony as the little digital numbers on the top part of your screen count up to 59 and reset. Youโ€™ll toss and turn and rerun every scenario you can think of. Youโ€™ll stare in silence, silence that if you listen hard enough, youโ€™ll hear your eyelids open and close. Then you ask yourself that question- โ€œAm I capable of being loved?โ€
Thereโ€™s a reason you ask that question. Itโ€™s not because of movies or tv shows or some other superficial thing. Itโ€™s because of the people around you. Youโ€™ll see your friends say what you want, do what you want, feel what you want- have what you want. Why does it come so easily for them? Are you broken? Is there some small shitty gear inside of you thatโ€™s too rusty? Too deformed?
Time and time again, youโ€™ll see them fall in and out of love. Theyโ€™ll fall in love with the idea of love and grow to hate it. All the while you sit and watch like some crow perched on a wire. Waiting for a chance where you can swoop down and grab love with all your might. Just when you think the moment is right, a scarecrow appears. Or maybe it was always there. Maybe it wants to keep whatever itโ€™s guarding all to itself. Maybe itโ€™s because youโ€™re undeserving. Maybe itโ€™s something not meant for you.
There come moments when you may not receive love, but rather you give it. You give and give and give, you view these mundane actions as Hollywood movies come to life. You think youโ€™re writing one of the worlds greatest love stories and your pen is flowing so swiftly across the paper and the ink is marking every last detail and- and something stops it. Some debris gets under the paper which offsets the course of the pen making it look dirty. What happened? Oh. Right. You. You happened. You somehow messed this up and now the ink has been spilled and itโ€™s ruining your writing and the ink is consuming everything and making it all a mess with no real meaning and youโ€™re watching in horror as it all goes to shit. You canโ€™t even give love without messing it up in your own spectacular way.
Maybe youโ€™re just meant to teach others just how much love they can experience. Maybe you nudge them in the right direction, maybe you teach them some life long lesson. You show someone how a person can truly love them, which gives them hope. Hope you havenโ€™t experienced. Youโ€™ve never been the kid that had people say โ€œI have a crush on you.โ€ No oneโ€™s ever gone out of their way for you. No oneโ€™s ever done anything that even comes close to your lesser gestures of love. Youโ€™re justโ€ฆ there.
Eventually all that needs an outlet. And so you seek validation from any and every corner you can think of. Youโ€™ll have some good experiences and some horrible experiences. Youโ€™ll hear constant remakes about how exotic your skin is and how good you feel. Youโ€™ll hear just about anything and everything about your outer layer- โ€œNice hair. I like your legs. You have a nice complexion. You feel good. Youโ€™re hot. Youโ€™re sexy.โ€ And yea, youโ€™ll like it for about 2-3 times total. But then you long for more- yearn for more. You want someone to say โ€œyou have nice eyes. I like that when you smile your ears fly back. I think itโ€™s cool that youโ€™re into this. I like how you make me laugh. I like how your overly sentimental about your cameras and the pictures and videos you take and the way you capture people in the moment.โ€
But that day doesnโ€™t come. After countless attempts of putting yourself out there and going through so many talking stages and awkward situations, all you have left to show for all that is a broken, unlovable, deformed, overly optimistic heart.
After all Iโ€™ve endured, and I canโ€™t even say the proper nouns or pronouns. โ€œYouโ€ and โ€œIโ€ become one of the same when avoidance is your solution. I canโ€™t admit when itโ€™s me and I project onto others. The โ€œyouโ€ is me and the โ€œIโ€ is you. This constant merry go round of shit covered horses thatโ€™s in flames just keeps on going and going. I hope that one day someone asks me to ride a different ride that makes me get off of this malicious contraption.
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afflxenza ยท 9 months
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dear matthew, must you rhyme to write poetry?
my best friend was matthew.
the problem is that i didn't know it.
i told him how i loved him
but i didn't really show it.
he got me in a lot of trouble.
cause we would hug in the hallway.
then one day he stopped.
i didnt even get a say.
he used to steal my juice.
i would snatch it right back.
i dont know why hed do it.
but he was starting to crack.
ill let you have my juice.
please come home.
we can hug and let loose.
id do anything for you.
dear mathew i must ask, must you be here for me to love you?
must i rhyme to write poetry?
- jessi
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thepsychoticmarshmallow ยท 1 year
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I want a movie scene or something where someone walks into a garage that has the typical tools and bikini model calendar and vintage women pictures and beer cans and they're ready to address some beefy misogynistic man and instead in walks a redneck lesbian with black and red hair
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jayyne ยท 1 year
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just stop talking. be quiet. shut up. no one even caresโ€ฆ
it seems like silence has become my only choice for language. forced upon me. against my will. yet, still here i am with my mouth stitched shut, threaded by the echoes of their commands. my hands tied behind my back, twisting to try to reach freedom, just so i can desperately attempt to rip the stitches away from my already bloody mouth, ๏ฟผ mutilated from their fists re-enforcing my silence.
- the truth i havenโ€™t found the strength to speak
s.x.j.
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timetravelsong ยท 14 days
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๐ˆ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐. ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐ข๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ž. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐š ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž.
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kavufics ยท 2 years
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The sun shone bright, rays of happiness falling over my face. I squinted, feeling the light obstruct my eyes. Opening my eyes, I turned towards her. Dust flickered around her, making it seem like stars shone around her. Eyelashes fluttering she woke, gently smiling at me.
โ€œGood morning baby,โ€ she murmured.
โ€œGood morning,โ€ I whispered back, enticed by her beauty.
She turned fully, facing me. After studying me for a few minutes she spoke. โ€œWhatโ€™re you thinking about?โ€
โ€œYou.โ€ I said, without missing a beat. Her cheeks flushed and she covered her face with the blanket.
I pulled the thick blanket away from the face, admiring the way her cheeks reddened. โ€œDonโ€™t hide that blush from me,โ€ I said. โ€œItโ€™s swells my heart knowing that I caused it.โ€
โ€œShh,โ€ she shook her head.
โ€œWhat โ€˜Shhโ€™ you occupy my thoughts all the time. So much so that youโ€™ve never left it since I saw youโ€ I chuckled.
โ€œStopโ€ she whined, dragging out the word like a kid.
โ€œI always say the truth, Iโ€™m a really straightforward person you see,โ€ I shrugged.
โ€œOh please,โ€ she snorted. โ€œI know that better than anyone,โ€
โ€œIs that so?โ€
โ€œObviously! Or did you forget about how you asked me out?โ€
โ€œMeh, remind me,โ€ I smirked, seeing the corner of her lips lift in annoyance.
โ€œYou literally asked me out while we were having a conversation about burritos.โ€ She exasperated.
โ€œI donโ€™t remember,โ€ I pursed my lip, holding my laughter.
Iโ€™d asked her out in the most ungentlemanly way possible. While having a conversation about burritos and if prawn belongs to it or not, I simply asked her on a date. She choked on the burrito, while I laughed.
โ€œYou had the nerve to laugh at me after pulling such a trick!โ€
โ€œI didnโ€™t know I had that much of an effect on you,โ€
โ€œPlease, Iโ€™m so romantically love deprived that even the smallest of compliments makes me choke. Whatโ€™d you expect when youโ€™d asked me out of the blue like that??โ€ She furrowed her eyebrows.
โ€œYou donโ€™t know that you have that kinda an effect on me too,โ€ I whispered.
The cheeriness in the air lowered and a more intimate atmosphere surrounded us.
โ€œYouโ€™re kidding,โ€ she deadpanned. โ€œYouโ€™re like the least non-confident person Iโ€™ve met.
โ€œOh you donโ€™t know baby, the way my hands trembled and my heart raced and how tiny drops of sweat formed on my forehead and my goodness did I mention the heart racing?โ€
She chucked. โ€œYes, yes you didโ€
I sighed, running my hands down her arm. โ€œI love you,โ€ I murmured
โ€œI love you more,โ€
โ€œI love you most.โ€
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lovelyinsanity ยท 1 year
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I havenโ€™t seen my natural nails since I was raped.
No one seemed to mention to me that acrylic nails need a one-week break every six months to stay functional. I figured this out after my two-year old refilled a thousand times nails started breaking more then the polar ice caps. I went to the nail salon to slap on another layer, but the nail tech stopped me. For an hour I sat with a heater melting off my armor. My frailty should only be a personality pitch I throw at new companions. One time limited deal: loyalty as you slash my throat, kindness as you betray me, & a rare prettiest to enhance others perception of youโ€™re beauty. I apologize if Iโ€™ve become a receptor of bitterness; Youโ€™d never recognize me in real life, sweet as honey ever could be.
k.j.s.
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renelrites ยท 1 year
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"Cry yourself an ocean, cliff dive in it, and drown."
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