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mistymoon-king · 5 months
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Sometimes you think you’re over it and it’s a part of the past.
But other times, life throws some salt at you and you’re forced to realize you still have wounds.
My wounds are healing, but they are still there.
I know it is my responsibility to care for them, but god do I ever resent you for giving them to me.
Salt in the Wound | November 17th, 2023
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9/10/23 2:27am
Never me…It’s never me…
I pick up my pieces and I rebuild what was broken Time and time again.
I get into what seems to be a healthy relationship and then when I let my guard down it’s not healthy anymore.
I start handing those pieces out again to fill in the pieces of them that is broken and when they are complete they find that I’m too broken…and they leave.
No one has ever reached out their hand to pull me out of the hole I dug myself into trying to save them.
They just take their complete pieces, look down on and talk to me with disgust and walk out.
Why am I not good enough for anyone to help me out of the dark?
And the more important question is…now that I recognize this, how do I not only find and put my pieces back together but also keep myself from giving them away again?
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heartinggame · 2 years
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#writersclub #taq #spokenwordartist #poenoftheday #writersofinstagram #writersgroup #wordswithking #featuredwriters #literaturelove #whyiwrite #iwritebooks #writingporn #qoutegram #pulseofthewildheart #originalwriting #instagramwritingcommunity #kkvskaren #witheredweedywriters #thomyoung #qouteaboutlife #allpoetry #poemworld #instagrampoetrysociety #textgramofficial #excerptfromabookillneverwrite #newpoetry #literaryjournal #writingquote #writerschallenge #thetendertales https://www.instagram.com/p/CjVm_HMsINY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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sunsets-foreigntown · 3 years
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i’m not a smoker, but i always take a cigarette when offered to me.
because when i was 18, fresh out of high school, waiting by a frat house, a girl with bleached blonde hair and mascara running down her face asked me if i wanted a cigarette.
i said yes, and she gave me the one she was already smoking.
that’s all. the first time we’ve spoken, but just like we were old friends. we didn’t say much, and we didn’t talk for long. then i never saw her again. i never asked her name. i wouldn’t have remembered anyway.
four years later, i still don’t know what i’m chasing. that strange and sudden intimacy? or the taste of her lipstick mixed with nicotine in my mouth. or being 18.
or a moment where the boundaries of space and time are thin. where one scene bleeds into another. so i can dig my fingers into it. sweet nostalgia between my teeth. nonexistence. just for a little while. just for a little while.
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itsmegallene · 3 years
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“Love isn’t about grand gestures, or the moon and the stars. It’s just dumb luck. And sometimes, you meet someone who feels the same way. And then, sometimes, you’re unlucky. But one day, you’re gonna meet someone who appreciates you for who you are. I mean, there’s seven billion people on the planet. I know one of them is gonna climb up on a moon for you.”
[to Liam] Otis Milburn
Source: Sex Education; S1.Ep7: Happily Ever After
—Gallene //love..it's just dumb luck;
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poevez · 2 years
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I hate when i get in the mood
The mood where i think so much
The mood where i realize the truth
Where the love i thought was real
Really ain’t real love
The genuine people i met
It really wasn’t genuine
Just another part of myself being blinded
Reset
I started to open my eyes
It show me how miserable it was
How much i was taking away from myself
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pig-on-acid · 2 years
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I spent one hour yesterday crying cause I wanted my father. But it's been 15 years since his passing.
For the first time in a long time, I longed for his touch, the way he made me feel better and made me feel protected and safe.
I've never felt safe for the past 15 years actually.
I just want my father. Just for a minute, just to give him a hug and feel safe. Just for one minute.
-Kameshi
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amandamateja · 4 years
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Skip Forward
If I could skip forward to a year from now,
I definitely would have forgotten what my worries were today.
If I could skip forward to a month from now,
I definitely would think I was an idiot for stressing myself out over nothing at all.
If I could skip forward to a week from now,
I definitely would realize that I had wasted time worrying about things and stressing over whatever the hell it is that I'm trying to figure out today.
God's got me.
I know this now.
Sometimes I want to skip backward, though, and relive a moment that was so sweet.
Sometimes I'd like to skip backward and make right the things that I am not proud of,
but I am learning everyday how to be a better person.
And I am learning each day how to embrace my past because it has made me the person that I am today.
The Universe has already planned out my destiny,
and I just need to have a little faith.
It is a waste of precious time regretting the past and worrying about the future.
Living today, in the moment right now, is what is important.
The present is a gift that is definitely,
by far, the best blessing.
Living in the past or worrying about the future will certainly have me missing something beautiful happening in my life right now.
/Amanda Mateja
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meandmymoisl · 4 years
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“You don’t need to,” he says. “You don’t need to if you don’t want to.” His eyes look straight into mine. I try to look away, ashamed and insecure, but he holds me close. “I mean it as I say,” he tells me as if he’d read my mind. “You don’t need to do it. Take your time. Never do anything you don’t want to do.”
I couldn’t have cried harder.
~ A-K. K. — #CYHM #1 — You don’t have to
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bebackinfive · 4 years
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Você está triste? Não. Estou com sono, e cansada, é que os dias são longos demais as vezes. E quando me levanto sinto que definitivamente não vou sobreviver, mas sobrevivo. De novo e de novo. Estou com uma dor de cabeça chata também, dessas que vem e voltam, e dormi muito mal essa noite. Tem dias que a gente fica mal e não sabe muito bem o que é, certo? É. É isso. Estou com sono, e com dor de cabeça, e muito cansada. E triste. É. Acho que hoje estou triste. #quotes #textpost #mine #excerptfromabookillneverwrite #sadness #triste #tuesdayvibes #tudobem #itsokaynottobeokay https://www.instagram.com/p/B8cPJCyDExb/?igshid=1up2vmik31p5g
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Why do I always pick the broken people; and why don’t they ever stay once they’re fixed?
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the-real-srsteele · 4 years
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Her deep, soulful eyes told stories whose words would never cross her lips.
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littleteenagethings · 5 years
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There comes a time in your life when you realize that you're the only one you have. You can be sitting in a dining hall surrounded by 50 people, or you can be in the presence of the one you love, where ever you are, whatever you're doing the time will come. When the time comes you will feel as if the wind has been knocked out of you, keep going anyway. You will think you're unable to go on, keep going anyway. Through all the dark times, keep going anyway and pretty soon you'll see that you're all you need each and every day.
Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #395
18/10/2019
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itsmegallene · 3 years
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I woke up with your name on my lips, so I whispered it to the morning sun, and prayed that I ran into you in an ocean of strangers.
L. W - excerpt from a book I’ll never write #91
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