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cerleansky · 2 years
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
~Edit~
Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
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inkstainsbrushstrokes · 2 months
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And when we meet again
in a few years' time,
May the same grin break our faces
the same glint light our eyes.
May our feet fall into their step again,
and our old days crash into us.
May our tales run wild and
our lips never cease their banter.
May the hug be still the same
and the laughter still ring as unruly as ever
Let it be like I just saw you the other day.
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rforrebel-blog · 7 months
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For some people, forgetting means letting them go. For others, letting them go means remembering them forever.
— Grief for You
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soulinkpoetry · 1 year
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Pull them in a little closer if you feel they’re worth it.
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Music 🔊 by The Fray
Never say never ( Don’t let me go)
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lexiklecksi · 3 months
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The friends that got away
To all the friends that got away
I can see your happy faces on social media
But I remember you crying in my bathroom
While I was caressing your hair
Your book still sits on my shelf
I didn’t have a chance to give it back
It’s been 10 years and I haven’t read a single page
When I listen to our songs I can still hear your voice singing along
Every little thing makes me think of you
Chocolate ice cream we shared
The mall we used to hang out in
The pond where we fed the ducks
I know you inside out
Like you can’t walk past a cat without petting it
And that you hate your birthday
How hyacinths make you smile and heights make you cry
I know everything about you
You act like you don’t know me at all
And I miss you, but in my broken heart I know
You don’t miss me at all
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serendipityredefined · 10 months
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Is it wrong, that I still call you my best friend when I tell people year-old stories?
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summerrain-268247 · 6 months
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I will love you for the rest of my life, but in silence. I accept, that we are not meant to be. I wish you only the best.
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ngl, i thought it was you and me forever. now you won't even answer my texts
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cerleansky · 1 year
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My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.
People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.
Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.
It's all about connection, friends.
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jurayandfriends-blog · 3 months
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You called me your sister
You blocked me for not promptly answering a message
We were friends for 14 years
You called me your sister
You wanted nothing to do with me when I wouldn't blindly follow your lead and accused me of not caring about you.
We were friends for 3 years
You called me your sister
But my trying to keep you distracted like you asked made me the bad guy
We were friends for 5 years
You called me your sister
You accused me of hatred for standing up to you because you made me and a friend uncomfortable.
We were friends for 2 years
You called me your sister
But I was never really was, was I?
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soulinkpoetry · 7 months
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I’ve got no one to blame but myself. It was I who let you slip through my fingers. It’s all on me.
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girlwithlandscape · 2 months
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pain-is-my-game · 1 year
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Why do the people I care about keep abandoning me? But they didn't just leave you other people were affected too.
But why did they leave? What did I do wrong. It wasn't your fault. You can't control other people's actions.
Then why does hurt so much? I don't know why but I'm sorry.
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summerrain-268247 · 1 year
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Ich warte insgeheim noch immer auf den Tag, an dem das Schicksal sagt, dass wir endlich bereit dafür sind uns auf ein neues kennenzulernen. Dass wir bereit für einen Neubeginn unserer Geschichte sind.
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hitawall · 1 month
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Bread and Butter
I hold on to you much too tightly.
Was I just a toy? Well, most likely
I keep you, and I choose stay blue.
You’ve never even treated me rightly.
You want me, but you sure don’t love me.
I loved you, but I chose another.
The proof of it’s all in the pudding:
I’ll never be your bread and butter.
I keep you. Oh, I keep you.
Still tuck you in close to my heart.
That’s how much I needed you,
And I hated for us to part.
You want me, but you sure don’t love me.
I loved you, but I chose another.
The proof of it’s all in the pudding:
I’ll never be your bread and butter.
I needed you. Oh, I need you.
I felt most at rest on your chest.
I wish I could kindly think of you,
But our memories leave me depressed.
You want me, but you sure don’t love me.
I loved you, but I chose another.
The proof of it’s all in the pudding:
I’ll never be your bread and butter.
I showed you every wound and scar.
I butterflied my heart.
It wasn’t that I’m not smart,
I just didn’t get the part.
I think of you, in truth, without ceasing.
My mangled obsession’s increasing.
Maybe I’m cursed to hold on to you.
I wish I were only teasing.
You want me, but you sure don’t love me.
I loved you, but I chose another.
The proof of it’s all in the pudding:
I’ll never be your bread and butter.
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rotatingwafflemaker · 2 years
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sometimes
i get
mad at myself
for not
keeping in contact
with my friends
but then
i remember
that they haven't
called
me
either
and then i wonder
if our distance
is
my
fault
or
theirs
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