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littleteenagethings · 8 months
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"How did you walk away from him? He was the one you loved more than life itself. What made you leave that love behind?" he asked, staring into her eyes, trying to piece together the puzzle of each piece of pain she ever felt. She wiped a tear with the back of her hands and turned away from him, her voice cracking as she was barely able to whisper "He hurt me, and he knew that he did. When I told him that he hurt me, he ignored it and disrespected my feelings. And Oh God, as much as I loved him, as much as I will always love him, I am not willing to settle for a life with a man who disrespects me, invalidates my feelings, and projects all of the bullshit from his past relationships on to me. I loved that man more than I have ever loved anyone and any thing. Perhaps, when I am 80 years old, I will still love him but I will never regret walking away to the love that I deserve. He was the love that I wanted, and I was the love that he did not deserve. His edges were too sharp, he was too broken and I... I was too vulnerable." Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #412 12.09.2023 8:07 pm.
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“There's always an inevitable feeling that comes with not saying goodbye. A pain that haunts you because you created a ghost out of a living person. Always trying to remember their last words to you but your slowly turning your mind into a radio that keeps changing stations. But then one day you get stuck and it's just static noise. You can change that; you could call,write or text but you don't. Because you prefer it that way. You prefer to hold the knife yourself...stab yourself and twist it yourself.”
“Does it count?”
‘What?’
“When you are the cause of your own suffering...I wonder...does it count as suffering?
“Does it count as stabbing if I'm the one holding the knife?”
-excerpts from the book about the first girl I ever loved
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spiderword · 1 year
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I so desperately need to change. The black consumed this past year. I left a lot of bodies in my wake. I killed a little bit of my head.
#450- excerpts from the book I’ll never write
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my-illness-and-me · 5 months
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"I am suffocating yet I am the one holding the bag over my head." -Excerpts from the book I'll never write//Nadia Starbinski
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having an awful time with anxiety, guilt, and depression as of late so I thought I would put some of things that I have been needing to hear out into the world:
you are worthy of love just the way you are, the good things and the flaws make you a whole, wonderful person.
fuck ups, big or small, happen. you are not the only person they happen to, and you will be okay.
you’re not stupid for making a mistake, no matter how big.
you can do hard things, even when you feel like you can’t.
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what makes a friend a friend?
A lover a lover?
I have never been good at the boundary between love and friendship,
Some would say the difference is intimacy , but I have walked that line time and again to no avail.
To love a friend is to want venerate their hands, to love a lover is to be allowed to do so.
I feel the weight of emptiness especially now without you,
Cannot tell what I miss more, your friendship, your love, or loving you,
The absence of you is heavier than the warmth of your palm, I think I will feel it forever.
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It’s 2 days before my birthday and I’m already crying because I am already disappointed in my birthday
I feel like my birthday has never been special, as a child my birthday always got overshadowed by the Super Bowl. Even as an adult that would happen but as I get older I feel like no one cares.
In years past friends and family didn’t remember my birthday. I’ve always had to plan my own party and buy my own cake and own decorations just to have all my friends cancel or just not show up because they had better things to do. It really is upsetting to think that no one cares about you.
Now my birthday is two days away. I’m at work crying knowing that maybe 7 people will text me happy birthday and that’s all that will happen. No party, no candles, no balloons or decorations, no indication that I am important to anyone. I’m dreading my birthday am I feel guilty about it but I’m always left disappointed.
I would love to have a birthday party like you see on social media where everyone gets dressed up balloons all over the place with a birthday cake and games and my friends maybe even a surprise party or like I wake up being surprised or idk. I just see videos of other peoples birthdays and they look so fun and I wish I could have that but I know no one would plan anything like that for me. Maybe it’s a dark thought and I feel bad for thinking this and crying about it
I just for once want my birthday to be joyful instead of crying in the bathroom. But I feel like this year will be same as all the years before because why would anyone care other than myself
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“i don’t think you understand. I would have dropped everything, I would have thrown away my whole life to be with you. but you didn’t care.”
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strangefromtheheart · 2 months
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Hi there, I miss you…. I really miss you…. I hope you’ll miss me too… even though I don’t even know who you are and never knew when we will found each other ….. until then
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itsokaytobelost · 7 months
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Join me for a walk around a Castle.
It's the first stop between Dublin and Cork on a 9-day trip around the Emerald Isle. A light sprinkle welcomes you off the coach(bus), though no reason not to venture around and see what is in store.
There is a coffee cart outside the castle, you can't help yourself. The coffee thus far has not disappointed. As you wait for your order you notice the yellow daffodils lining the ground's path.
It is Spring.
You follow the path behind the castle and are met by the River Nore separating the castle and the town. What a sight. The rain trickling into it causes but momentary ripples. Following the path you find yourself on the opposite side from where you entered. A rose garden. Though the roses are not present it's worth capturing this moment and space.
Coffee cup placed gently at your feet, umbrella tucked between your arm and side you snap a few shots of the castle with the fountain center stage. There is no sun in sight, but everything seems brighter.
The rain that had been gentle at first picks up. So with a final glance around the courtyard, you dump your empty coffee cup in the bins outside the gate and jet across the street into the small shops. The ding of the bell paired with the burst of warm air from the heater overhead sends a shiver down your spine. Followed by the sweet “welcome in darling” from the lady behind the counter, it's settling in.
You are in Ireland.
-Kilkenny Castle, Ireland
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What happens when the eyes meet the mirror
A moment of realization and self reflection, to see yourself through your own eyes, but still see a whole different person ... an unknown face yet so familiar. Like a face you saw in a dream once. Like a taste that lingers on your tongue or a scent that's stuck in your nose; and reminds you of a certain time: a happy memory but you can't seem remember the happiness, just the sadness of not living in it anymore.
-From The Agonies of The Girl in The Mirror
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spiderword · 2 years
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#ivestoppedcounting- excerpts from the book I’ll never write
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vodkatales · 2 years
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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
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“I believed you even when I knew you were lying.”
- S. C. C.
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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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ninasdrafts · 1 month
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