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poettalista · 3 months
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Eu senti
Eu senti seu cheiro
Também senti seu toque
Podia vê-la diante dos meus olhos
Quase pude tocar sua pele
Eu senti você com todos os meus sentidos
E você nem estava por perto
Já estava tão longe que..
Eu senti derrepente
Aquela dor no peito
De não poder te sentir novamente.
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I rlly love Becky's character and acting... So adorable and funny in this ep... I'm also feeling a bit sorry for, she'll find love too💜💜💜
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babylon-crashing · 6 months
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Love Diary
I never dreamed that I'd meet anyone as exciting as Ritchie! I couldn't keep myself from falling helplessly in love ...
Oh, Ritchie, how can anyone who sings and plays as beautiful as you do be so ... so ... cruel! Can't you see how much I love you?
Groupies loved him!
The Catholic Church excommunicated him!
Beelzebub called him, "Bad to the Bone!"
Read: "Hootenanny in Hell!"
Obey!
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gameraboy2 · 10 months
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Love Diary #31 (1952), cover by John Buscema
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balu8 · 1 year
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Bill Everett: Love Diary #9: Too Young for Love
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mudwerks · 1 year
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(via Bully Says: Comics Oughta Be Fun!)
from "Hostess Tips" in Love Diary #36 (Charlton, January 1965)
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vanzemaljk0 · 10 months
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He cooked for me so good I almost said I love you
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lisamarie-vee · 10 months
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romancecomics · 2 years
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Love Diary #4
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poettalista · 9 months
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Entenda, por favor..
E sou ou que sinto
Sinto muito
Tudo é intenso
Ora fora, ora dentro
Uma confusão que só
Tenho medo de me sentir sempre só
Então recorro a sua presença
Acordar sem seu bom dia é uma sentença
Muito peço que isso não seja um sonho
Amanheço projetando teu rosto risonho
Não sei se devo me abrir, nem se quero tal.
Domingo nos vemos novamente
O hobbie que tornou-se nosso ritual.
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worldofmagicalwords · 2 years
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You don’t know distance until you’ve shared your bed with someone who’s falling out of love with you.
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Roses are red
but love is dead
Violets are voilets
I feel blue now
The rains stopped
and I'm crying
inside...
The sun is shining
and I'm dried up
of every emotion
inside me
I don't feel anything
anymore
but I feel dead...
I built my walls too
high
I brought them down
too soon
Have you ever been
so lone
that your own house
doesn't feel like home
anymore
Have you ever been
so lone
that you don't know
what to feel no more
I knew I didn't
stand a chance to
love
but I still went for it
and now I'm dead
I don't think I'll be
able to live again...
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Picture not mine. Ctto
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Its been a while~
Due to life’s incessant twists I did unfortunately need to take a step back from the blog but I am happy to announce a steady return! Some updates for those curious: my newest obsession is an absolute darling, we met barely a week after my birthday which I believe is the BEST gift I’ve ever received, and although he has yet to know of my yan tendencies he is such a doting and precious lover 💖 We’re actually going to move in together soon!! Which means I can spend all day admiring his every detail, every night listening in to his peaceful sleepy snores, and memorize every motion of his, and be the only one he thinks of, and be with him forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
Ahem.
Excuse me.
Any way for those curious I do also have an art blog under the name @cindyrubycutie though I don’t ever mention yan stuff there since I know not all audiences are open to that.
I’m hoping to post my love letters from my digital diary here soon 💖
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Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night and think of me?…. Because I do…
- AP. Chronicles of Heartbreak ❤️‍🩹
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caprimoonmoon · 2 years
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Wish I'd love you better. Wish I had the energy to never stop doing the right thing. To keep giving unselfishly and never grow tired or bitter. I want to carry a part of your grief with grace until you can lift it off your shoulders without my own muscles going sore. To carry what you can't without faltering, but I too am falling short.
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Wish you'd love me better.
Not more just better because I know your heart is already full,
of loveletters to me, half of them unsend, some even unwritten
I forgot what it's like to live for things that don't involve you. I yearn for hazy dreams that my clouded eyes once shimmered for. Some of them with you on my side others once again in selfdiscovery. Perhaps we are a letter halfwritten too and ran out of ink halfway. I hope so, I still do.
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mournfulroses · 29 days
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Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"
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