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ladywithahandbook · 4 months

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My own bed feels strange, I just can’t fall asleep without you.

- Lady With A Handbook

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from-the-fires · 1 year

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do you know how much i like you ? i like you so much i feel it transforms me—i’m remade in your hands. i like you so much i remember the taste of hope. how sweet it can be to live in a world that has you. i think about you so much it echoes in waves throughout my whole being. i can barely write anymore but all my words are for you. do you know what happens when you speak ? every cell in my body listens. you could talk about anything and everything and i’ll be enamoured by every word said in your voice. how lovely that we met. how blessed that i know what your hand feels in mine. when i got to sleep i hope it’s you i dream of. when i come home i hope it’s to you.

#spilled ink #writeblr #excerpts from a book i’ll never write #new poets society #wlw #prose #poetry #mine #//#hehe hi hi this is so silly #i thought about my girlfriend for 2 minutes and blacked out and this is what i ended up with

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keyworld1101 · 2 years

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Unfortunately, sometimes you have to encounter the unacceptable to figure out what boundaries you need to put in place to make sure it doesn’t happen again. It’s not your fault you didn’t know before. Don’t feel bad for not having been treated badly in a particular way before. Put your boundaries in place unapologetically, protect your peace, and heal.

#life lessons #excerpts from a book I’ll never write #my posts #my tags #over and out

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five-sparrows-two-pennies · 16 days

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8 April 2024

“I am not a fan of earthly hoping, of a hope unknown. It is but mere wishful thinking. No, I’d prefer facts - however painful they may be. At least that way, I’d have a solid foundation upon which to build my actions.”

- excerpts from a book I’ll never write

#chronicle #writing #excerpts from a book I’ll never write

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lastnightisawyouinadream · 3 months

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“and with that the twenty twenty-three season comes to an end. goodnight.”

I like to think that I can be one of those people who to take videos and put them all together at the end of the year, with the voiceover of the sports announcer, saying the seasons come to an end. But if we are being honest, I don’t remember to take videos and I don’t even know if I know how to put together if I wanted to. I think it’s easy to get caught up in the social media aesthetic and forget this is life. This year held a lot. It ebbed and flowed in ways that I never saw coming. But at the same time I looked up and realized somewhere along the way I was living a life I dreamed of not to long ago. But in that I found confusion of feeling like I was barely surviving. I felt the imposter syndrome and my ADHD piling up. Still not fully sure how to come with it. I started to read again and fell back in love with it. I started a yoga practice and realized I was better at it than I thought. I started watching sports again and found a joy I hadn’t before. I contemplated and ultimately decided against grad school but still worked on building my education in my career. I saw my anxiety get worse. In little ways, in everyday ways, and ways I never thought I’d feel again. So did my depression. It felt like an old friend that I never thought I’d again and that scared me a little bit. I started therapy again. I made new friends and built different relationships with people. I saw my best friend after over two years and cried I was so happy to have that familiar person physically next to me, even if only for a weekend. I spent the first full year living with my husband in over two years and in someway we had to learn to live together again. Saw my family change and it looks different than I thought it would and I don’t know if that’s good or bad or just indifferent, but it is that, just different. I don’t wanna sit here and say new year near me m, just recognizing that the calendar changed and maybe there’s a different way about to go about things but still wanna be completely and utterly me, but I want to be in love with life.

and so, with that, the twenty-twenty three season comes to an end.

#excerpts from a book i’ll never write #poetry #late night thoughts

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love-orlackthereof · 6 months

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My dad asked about you the other day

He has never brought you up before

But that day he asked if you were seeing someone else

Obviously I didn’t have an answer

But he immediately doubted the idea that you were

Because

And I quote

“He loves you”.

I felt my heart sink and stop when he said that

Because I know that it’s probably true

And if my dad knew that

Then maybe you really weren’t that bad

And maybe we could of had something

And maybe you still would have been here.

But I just sat there

Holding back the tears.

Knowing that you probably do still love me

And that I do still love you

And we are just two souls

Meant to be

But meant to be apart

And that hurts.

It aches

It pains me

And I’m just going to any distractions I can

To not think of you.

It’s bad, I know

Using these people.

But talking to them, flirting,

It feels good

I don’t think of you.

And sleeping with him,

I forget about you for an hour

And it’s so nice.

I’m trying to erase you.

So that when someone brings you up again

My heart keeps beating.

-you still live in my mind//03.05.23

#love #i hate that i love you #i miss you #i love you #excerpts from a book i’ll never write #breakup #i will always love you

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harshikasays · 1 year

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Wish I had you. Wish I could get you back. Wish I never lost you. Wish I never had you. Wish I-

#excerpts from a book I’ll never write #words I’ll never say out loud

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yakultstan · 2 months

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our salted tears remind us the human condition is rooted in the oceans, the lakes and the soil

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lost-in-time-marie · 11 days

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God Lives With The Ants

When I was younger, I would lay under a maple tree in the backyard. I’d stare up at the leaves and watch them wither from a bright green into orange and red and fall all around my head. I’d talk with the wind that danced and sang as it rushed through the trees and played with my hair. I’d observe the ants as they went about their business in the dirt next to me. So small, and yet we occupied the same space, but our perspectives couldn’t be more different. Our futures intimately linked and yet I found myself wondering if this crawling little insect could sense my gaze. I wondered what great giant’s ribcage laid beside my whole infinite universe, small enough to be held on the tip of their finger. And suddenly, for the first time, I believed that colossus did gaze at my universe, occupying its same space, but somehow so small and impossibly different, and it would get misty eyed pondering the complexity and beauty of our entangled existences, and it would hope things for all us and then mourn those hopes as they changed and evolved over the years, entirely beyond anyone’s reach at this point.

~K.

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soul-xhoney · 3 months

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You’re still the one I think of when I have things to tell; and when I wore your sweatshirt yesterday I realized how much I missed your smell. It lingered…

Like all the things I’ve mentally made note of since the day we met, it stained my brain the way we stained your counter with the red wine we drank

Or the way I’d stand to lock your hair after a late afternoon beach run; like the touch of your warm skin that embraces me like the sun

Like the words to the song you wrote, the art drew or the sculpture you made; the look on your face when you showed me

You linger…

#zcmk #an excerpt from a book i'll never write #an excerpt from a story i'll never write #late night thoughts #soilled thoughts #dreams i’ll never tell #thinking out loud #prose poetry #literature #lit #unfinished #dear diary #books #writersblr #writerscorner #spilled writing #wannabe writer #not a writer #idk what this is

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echoesfromthiasus · 6 months

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I did it again.

Between jesting about a life together, and imagining how the pieces could fit.

I convinced myself that we could be real.

How do I forgive myself for forgetting that I have only ever been a rest stop,

never a destination.

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from-the-fires · 1 year

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can the moon feel love ? can a tree and a mushroom communicate. when do babies develop the body parts necessary to laugh. does the sun ever blink. do stars dance ?

my heart has found its voice.

does a train ever get lonely. do books end when the reader stops reading ? do swans sing before they die. can a dog and a cat be friends ? can light ever be touched ?

can you hear that singing ?

the moon can feel, it told me so on the night i fell in love. dogs and cats have always been friends. trees and mushrooms are connected and they often talk. the stars have been doing the same dance for billions of years. no, swans don’t sing before they die.

listen—my heart sings for you. i don’t know a great many things about this world and those beyond ours. but can you understand this song ?

when you look at me, i feel something inside me shift. and suddenly all i hear is music.

#spilled ink #excerpts from a book i’ll never write #writeblr #new poets society #poetry #prose #mine #//#love in the fucking whimsy !!#i was asking many questions and suddenly this sprang forth. hallelujah

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blogbatsinthebelfrylove · 18 days

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4/6/24 1:52am

“When?”

Have you ever hit that point in your life that you realize it’s going to get worse before it gets better? That is, IF it ever gets better. That point where the only thing you know anymore is survival and you’re just not sure that you want to anymore? Realized you’re a failure in everything so what’s the point in “seeking attention” by attempting suicide. Because you know that you’ll just fail at that too and have to face the world and all the whispers. Realize that once you try to end it that you’ll be unsuccessful and constantly walk into silent rooms that were just filled with chatter. What happens when you finally hit that point? Are you fooling yourself by thinking it will actually get better? That’s what everyone says. “It gets better. It WILL get better.” I’ve been telling myself that for most of my life and there are fleeting moments when a normal, happy life doesn’t feel so unattainable. More often than not I find myself in a room full of people slipping into a fantasy of not having to face the next day and that days catastrophe that awaits. But then I realize that I’m just not that lucky. You see, IF I were to try again I’d just fail like the last 17 times. Each time with more damage and another piece of my soul lost…. They say “It gets better.” I’d just like to know when….

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feltpoetry · 2 years

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“today i saw you, i didn’t feel the butterflies and i didn’t want to kiss you. i just saw you and you were like every boy in the world, and i swear it was your fault”

- excerpt from a book i’ll never write #9

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lastnightisawyouinadream · 4 months

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I thought I would miss you forever.

I didn’t.

#excerpts from a book I’ll never write #poetry

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abbigailnichole · 1 year

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"How do you move on?" I asked the darkness.

Grief, l've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. Grief is just love with no place to go. Sometimes, the bad things that happen to us are not valuable lessons. Nothing can be extracted from them, there are no positives to some things. It is okay to feel grief for what happened to you, to mourn what you have lost, to know it was not fair. Sometimes, we can only let go of the past by grieving it, by admitting it was not okay, but now that we are dealing with the pain, sometimes you can't move on.

-but we can hope for a better future

#poetry #spilled words #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #six word story #letters ill never send #six word poem #excerpt from a book i’ll never write #narcissistic abuse

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