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#love is fake
cryingdutchmann · 1 year
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when i read the song of achilles i was very surprised at how genuine and equally matched their love for each other was. there wasn’t any such thing as one being more in love than the other. i’ve become so accustomed to that trope, that i kept waiting for it to happen; but it never did. i’m so used to love being a miserable, painful, unrequited thing, i kept expecting the moment when finally their unconditional love reached its limit but it never fucking did.
there was never a moment that patroclus wouldn’t have died, fought, or killed for his lover. and never one moment where achilles wouldn’t do the same. it never mattered that achilles was aristos achaion, because patroclus was the world to him and never stopped being so.
we never had to watch them grow apart, or become bitter towards each other. it was all pure, faultless, unyielding love until the very end. they never had to yearn, they never had to doubt. patroclus agonized over the idea of one day losing his achilles, constantly worrying over him. and achilles completely wrecked with grief over losing his most beloved.
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vexypest · 2 months
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‘You’re disgusting for for drawing gore and sexualizing it!’
I am aware
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mylittleventbook · 27 days
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Sawn Together
" True love that is so affectionate, patient, and compassionate but mostly rare.
When he remembers peculiar details, capturing my mind with ideal words.
When he patches wounds that others left rotting, younger me would finally believe in happy ending? right?"
And my fingers stop typing, almost till I remembered.
How i felt knowing young love doesn't last forever,
How giving what you needed leaves you wounded
How he torn me apart with lies and broken promises.
But how stupid was thinking torture as a type of love remedy.
Yet if he came to me after I'm all sawn together i'll still want him with the emptiness I contain
After all, " True love that is so affectionate, patient, and compassionate but mostly rare".
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iwannabeamachine · 2 years
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click fans finding out their fave is a cop
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In the end you only have yourself.
~Unaizaa
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mindfulmelly · 6 months
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Ugh sometimes I really hate the fucking world, cause shit just don’t go right. Feels like I am drowning when all I do is try to fight. Fight off all the toxic shit that seems to get me down, but we just keep going round after round.
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be-my-ambulance · 1 year
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I'm a child of divorce
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ever since i was young, i've always known that forever had an end. and that everyone will leave you, and no one can truly love me because love was only temporary and apparently exclusive of me
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citaatii · 9 months
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lonely-girl-123 · 2 years
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no more love means no more lies
fuck love and fuck you for convincing me there's no such thing as love
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blacksmiledie · 1 year
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Gubię się w tłumie myśli. Nie długo wyjazd oby przyniósł mi zyski, by znów moje plany nie prysły. Już nic nie jest jak dawniej, Ci sami ludzie w koło lecz nastawienie i emocje wygasają z dnia na dzień bez oporów
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judeswhore · 1 year
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dylan and lydia broke up :(
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mylittleventbook · 1 month
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𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅
𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦 , 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑚'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑦.
𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑘, ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠.
𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ.
𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑?
𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 , ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.
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darktragedys · 1 day
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Your idols !!WHAT!! Fantastic bubbles and notable diamond bubbles will disappear between breaking the fake compilation of an empty sword in the push of tearful smiles in backgrounds. Your laughter and love is nothing more than your unknown false altruism of a burning fervor of edible anger.
Broken pieces of light break opaque rotating and disappear between drops
Dreamers without awakening of consciousness who see without sight fall into the fire of exhibiting lies.
Missing
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appsa · 2 months
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Can u tell im in a godawful mood ksbejfkv
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joycrispy · 8 months
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Zepotha will never be Goncharov because when it comes down to it, tumblr culture is collaborative, while tiktok culture is merely iterative, and those are not the same thing.
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