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#excerpts from a book i'll never finish
blooming-anna-rose · 1 year
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some days i don’t feel well it starts off inconspicuous until i can’t get out of bed after i said i would only lie down for a few minutes until i can’t text people back and i can’t talk on the phone until the bad feelings and the memories and the beliefs stir something in me that make me want to die until i feel as if i could rot away and that would be okay some days i truly do feel sick but maybe that’s the way it’ll always be at least the next day i can usually count on it going away
n.c // i dont think of myself as sick, but maybe i am. maybe that would explain it.
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whelved-in-words · 1 year
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'Cut into my flesh,' she purred. 'Tear through my skin and rip through my nerves,
peel open my ribcage and feel the bloody contents of my being spill out onto you.
See the slimy demons I am made of,
and stand there as my messy insides seep into your clothes.
And then,
hold my bruised heart,
and tell me you still believe it shines as bright as the sun.
Only then will your tender words stand their ground
and feed this ardent flame that flickers between us.'
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cats-otherside · 1 year
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New Year’s: by the Pool
Nothing More, Nothing Less: 
I am barely rinsing off the remaining romance of 2019 when 2023 has crept up my spine and devoured me whole. It's a nice surprise, a warm one, and as I was watching the fireworks sprinkling through the tiny city last night, the reality of 2023 has come to me fresh and clean, and for the first time, I was excited to see a year as an opportunity that has approached for me to seize and decide. To suck the marrow of life, to taste the changes and novelty of the souvenirs of time and growth: it's an exciting flip. 
I am now sitting by the pool, warmly embraced by the kisses of the warm January wind and heat, my hotel notepad perched on top of Capote's novel that I have begun yesterday, my second iced coffee of the day melting in neglect. There is the same man just twenty-four hours ago yesterday, tanning, and I suddenly recall yesterday's early afternoon margaritas that disassembled me like a doll and soaked all my limbs in anxiety and misery that carried out all of yesterday's afternoon and evening. The sun sits on my skin, and I fear the gentle tan line that will make me regret this moment for weeks whenever I'd pass by a mirror. But I love the sun, for the first time. I love feeling weighted down, like a thin veil of an embrace of childhood and reassurance. 
There are many things for me to do this year, endless lists that are not even born yet. I have goals and habits to acquire, nurturing a new mindset that will birth the environment for me in the future, so she could be prepared when the right things come to her mind: a career, a house, a relationship, a holiday, a break, a child, a change, a family. Things to come. 2023 is the year of foundation - the year that I rise, and devour gently for what is mine: nothing more, nothing less. 
cats-otherside
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moonkissedleavs · 1 year
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Soft places to leave your heart-1 : the sea
Sunlight on his skin, breeze in his hair and the sound of crushing waves filling him whole. He is alive, he is at peace, he is ok. Everything is ok, he will scream his heart out and live again, he will let the sand fill his toes and weep for the last time. Yes, he will lay right here and breath; breath in, breath out, breath in, brea-
The sea, what a wonderful place to give your last hope too, what a soft place it is to leave your heart. In the no-man land where the waves are God and the sun, moon and stars are angels looking down on your soul and crying over your aching burning heart that you just laid in their God's arms.
"It's ok, they whisper, it's alright, we'll take care of it from now on, you may rest now"
And so you do.
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mrseggdrop · 1 year
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But;
What if I never become anything more
Than what I already am?
She said, tears in her eyes.
He thought, for a second.
Then, cautiously, he replied:
I have never wanted to be
More of myself, than I already am.
m.t.v.
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averydarkduet · 2 years
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“Choose wisely, birdie” He muttered looking down to face her, to cross his stare with hers. His voice was stern as if them two were the only individuals on the street.
She knew plenty of girls -and boys truth be told- would have done anything to feel stuck in the middle of a vortex with Voight. Oh, he truly was a void himself, his eyes so dark as an invitation to drag others to his abyss and make them jump off willingly while he just stood there, wearing nothing but that devilish smile of his.
Birdie.
He used that nickname to infuriate her, to bring her memories back in a flash. An obvious movement, the slightest effort to move a piece on the gameboard. He has called her “Birdie” to tease her like the old days. Her old self would have bitten the bait as fast as a blink, would have shuddered and stirred to get rid of him then quitted the idea when seeing no emotions on his face but a smirk.
Her latter old self would have yelled at him, begged for forgiveness and mercy. And he was looking for that:
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longlost-friend · 2 years
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The parts of reality that I am able to cope with continues to dwindle. I mean I don't even want to find an escape at this point. Nor do I look forward to what tomorrow might bring.
28.07.2022
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“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”
-m.n.
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thoughtsandsmiles · 2 years
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I think about all the times you chose to hurt me. I think about each shove, slap and punch to my heart. I used to apologize for breathing the same air as you do, but you couldn't even mumble a word for forgiveness.
How can somebody be so cruel.
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lua-pele · 1 month
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The rain just stopped and it's quarter to three in the morning. I couldn't sleep because my head kept playing with the memories we had together.. it hurts so bad. I looked at the pictures of you i kept in my google drive..
"I want to forget you"
I'm pleading.. hardly pleading my heart to forget you..
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shittonofapples · 9 days
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A week has passed since I locked away my heart.
I already feel lighter, with their memories no longer floating above my head like the ghosts of balloons which were popped long ago.
They are always with me.
My first girl, J, with her ivory black hair and her full eyes, her melodic voice and her tinkering chuckle.
My first love, P, with his wide smile and friendly face, his love for making everything a game and racing everywhere.
My first orgasm, A, with his long golden hair and piercings everywhere, his rock music and his slow way to talk.
My first coincidence, R, with his honey curls, green eyes and sweet smile, his taste so similar to mine and his everlasting way of critiquing everything in a film.
My first crush after finding myself, An, with her redish curly locks, her daring dark eyes and her hourglass figure... her devilish smirk, her love for chaos and for loving almost everything I love.
I carry them with me wherever I go, my beloved almosts and yet nevers, the people who took a piece of my heart with them and whom I wonder if they think of me once in a while. I wish for them the entirety of the happiness they desire, I wish for them to be fulfilled and healed and surrounded by love... I wished I could have been one of the people there to love them, and I wonder if in other universes I am. I wonder if its true, what is said in Spider-Man! If there are infinite versions of me and how many of those versions get to be by their sides.
This version, nevertheless, is... just here. Meeting people I love endlessly and losing them all the same. Destined to be alone.
Art by: @reindrawsapples on IG
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blooming-anna-rose · 1 year
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Hair on the bathroom sink, I put away my scissors, the ones my roommate gifted me since I had become the person to give haircuts. to myself and others. I swept up my hair and threw it away, and gave my hair a look in the mirror. I smiled, trying it on for myself. And I had a thought. How long has it been since I haven't been trying to hide from myself. I see it, in the things I do, I have a habit to try and run away from myself. To spend as little time by myself, unaccompanied, undistracted. And I realized, looking at myself in the mirror, I am still afraid of myself. I do not trust myself completely, I have been my own worst enemy on more than one occasion and I have not forgiven myself for that. But I think, slowly, I can figure it out. I am not going anywhere, and I follow myself for the rest of my days. One day I will know myself again, and it won't be so hard.
n.c. // my habits
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lost-in-time-marie · 5 months
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It was a grey and overcast afternoon, as I sat outside breathing the cool, humid air, ripe with the heavy rain soon to come, and I thought to myself, there is still pain in my heart, but for the first time, I feel like I can live with it.
~K.
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addictings · 2 years
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It is so disappointing when you believe someone is going to be with you for the rest of your life, then all of a sudden they aren’t there for you anymore. I’ll always admire and support them from afar, but I wish I could be close to them again.
— strangers with memories (2022)
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spidey-bie · 5 months
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"Y'know I'd die for you if you asked me too."
She turned the page of her book, continuing on as if her previous statement were casual conversation.
"Please don't."
He took the book out her hand, forcing her to look up at him.
"I'd rather you live for me instead."
-Techpunk blurb from a story I'll never write
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musiquesduciel · 2 years
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One day we will all be part of one of the supermassive blackholes floating through space at trillion light years per second waiting to evaporate. An atom that vibrated right next to another in my arm will be trillion light years apart from it and part of another blackhole contributing to the heat death of the universe and never to be touching the other again, nor knowing it was part of one body a long, long time ago. Irrelevance of my existence never fails to amuse me. 
Please remember you were here.
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