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naaneal-writing · 8 months
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“If your mom wouldn’t have given me a chance, you wouldn’t exist”, my dad says. “I wish she wouldn’t have”, I say. “I would’ve been happier staying a star on the night sky”
But he doesn’t get that. He’s a man.
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threewordusername · 4 months
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i never wanted you to leave.
six-word poem.
d.b.a
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charmingwinds · 3 months
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I read somewhere that the act of peeling oranges for someone is considered love. I found it stupid.
Then one day, I was home after a tiring day and there were oranges sitting on the counter. I knew they had to be eaten that day, a day later, they’d be rotten.
I was just too tired.
I completed my chores, and the oranges were still there, colourful and nudging, hoping I’d pick them up.
I walked past, and found my bed. My head comfortably rested on the pillows.
Those damn oranges.
I got up, sat on the counter and peeled them grudgingly. As I ate in silence, I understood what they meant. It was love alright, not peeling oranges but being taken care of.
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“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”
-m.n.
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justadumass · 2 years
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An excerpt from the finale of a story I'll never write
Stef: Daisy this isn't you! It's her, she's making you do this!
Daisy: No, this is me, she's right, she was always right...
Stef: What do you mean?! She's a terrorist, a criminal, she's hurt so many people, how can she be right?!
Daisy: Think about it, they left us here, they refused to help us, they accused us of making this choice, Which you did, but most didn't, I didn't, she didn't, Gwen didn't, they pit us against each other so we can't fight them, so we're too busy, THINK about it, this is the only way
Stef: Okay, so they're bad, most of them, it doesn't make this right, this will hurt so many innocent people, please, you will regret this!
Daisy: Yes, it will, and I will but this is the only for sure way to make change happen and... I'm tired of being the one in the way of change
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secretlyscribbled · 6 months
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"My mind wants to be at peace, my heart to be loved, and my body to be at rest."
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vomitingwords · 19 days
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"Were you frustrated?" he asked.
"I was. And it's beginning to feel like I could've done something different and still gotten the same result," she said while looking down on her weary hands. Tracing the lines on her palms with her shaky fingers. "I could've done something. I could've made a different choice. I could've found another way. I could've turned on a different road. And it's frustrating to know that, even if I did all that, it could still be the wrong choice."
Where were you? // ma.c.a
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excerptsofstories · 5 months
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She started walking away from him, and there was a brief look of desperation on his face. "Wait," he called out, hoping she would stay for just a bit longer. "Don't go." She turned around and hesitated, before saying, "It's over. You can tell me a thousand lies. You can say that you've never met anyone like me before. You can laugh at all my jokes and stare at me like I'm the only woman in the world. You can tell me that it's always been me. But at the end of the day, she's the one you go home to. And I finally understand that that's never going to change."
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1425
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blooming-anna-rose · 3 months
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“I watch him, and I think, he could be my soulmate.
But I hold myself back, I hold myself steady and let myself wonder if one day we will look back and laugh at our story. If one day we will be drinking coffee in the morning and talk about when we were young and dumb. He will tell me how much harder I made it for us, and I will shrug my shoulders and apologize for my stubbornness. And we will laugh and we will be together in the end.
And then I look down, and look back up to see him staring at me.”
- n.c. // and I hold myself back
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mymessyink · 1 year
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I’m past fleeting love. I want something serious. The ‘“I want you to be my safety and I’ll be your peace type of love.” A love where we fight for each other - not with each other. A love built on comfort, honesty, reassurance, and consistency. One where holding each other makes the good better and the bad easier. I want the forever type of love with you.
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
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threewordusername · 28 days
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once again, i feel so empty.
six-word poem.
d.b.a
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I want you to want me, damn the consequences.
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darlingdeathx · 1 month
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I sat with my anger long enough until it told me its real name is grief. I’m not a whole person, and I don’t think I will ever be. Parts of me died in the house I grew up in, and I visit them in dreams. When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives. Your anger is the part of you that knows your mistreatment and abuse are unacceptable. Your anger knows you deserve to be treated well, and with kindness. Anger is important. It needs to be expressed, acted out and vocalized. When it doesn’t, it begins to manifest, to rage.
~ C.S. Lewis
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adastraetretro · 6 days
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"Does it hurt?"
"I'll be okay."
"That isn't what I asked."
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chuckakot · 1 month
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Sometimes, it is rather better not to look back, because I can no longer see you, nor feel you inside my heart, knowing that my heart only beats for nothing and no one, that it is only a physiological function, rather than, beating for someone like you and make me feel sad about things. And sometimes, I wonder, looking at the night sky, and realize that this is the only way— to close my eyes and reimagine you once more and let it go, to let you go, letting the wind take you and far from my sight.
— Chuck Akot, Niente e nessuno
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remnant-thoughts · 1 year
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I wish I had the courage to apologize for the distance between us when it was still just that— a gap in space and proximity. Now, I am left to grieve your passing onto another existence entirely so long after you had already gone. So I will apologize to the trees, and to the mountains. Tell the stars and clouds everything I should have said before. I will embrace the sun and dance with the rain, and wash my tears along the coastline. Perhaps in time I will reach you again, and I will use the knowledge I have gained in this life to make it up to you in the next.
“May the wishes in my soul reach your spirit”, remnant-thoughts
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