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helenasurvives · 7 months ago
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i am asked about my favorite color.
i am seven
and my reply is
pink
because i am a girl
and pink
is a princess color.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am ten
and i like
green
because a boy told me that pink
is lame and girly.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am thirteen
and i tell them
purple
it is unique and spunky
like i want to be.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am seventeen
and i just say
red
i do not say
it is bright and angry at the world
as i am
i cannot form the words to express
all of my frustrations
so i paint my lips with
rage.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am twenty
and it’s pink
i remember the joy
of being a child
i reclaim the freedom
of femininity
because i cannot remember
what my shoulders felt like
before the depression
hung from them.
i am asked about my favorite color.
i am twenty-six
and my answer is
brown
it confuses most people
they don’t see it
they may think of dirt
and dust
and dead things
but it is coffee with friends
and the chocolate chip cookies
my mom used to make.
it is my hair
and my eyes
amber and gold
in the sun
and i love myself
again
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i-wrotethisforme · 2 years ago
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I’m so lucky to have met you, I hope you know that. No matter how things turn out in 2, 5, 10 years, just know that right now I’m so happy to know you and even if things turn bad, it doesn’t change the fact that I’ll always be happy to have known you.
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melancholicwritings · a year ago
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“A part of me is yearning to let go, but another will never stop hoping that it’s you and I in the end. And I’m terrified that part will never leave me. I am terrified of the thought of it consuming me until I am made of nothing but false hope.”
- cece (melancholicwritings)
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i-wrotethisforme · 2 years ago
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I want to go to Europe by myself with a bunch of flowy dresses and books and cigarettes, even though I won’t smoke them. And I want to buy Gucci loafers in Milan, and I want to go to Switzerland for the chocolate, and I want to meet people in dive bars in Ireland and beat them at darts. I want to see things that I never thought could exist and views that my camera can’t capture. Then I want to come back and not care about you anymore because I’ve seen real beauty, and I’ve learned that I can be okay with my own company, and I finally understand how small of a part of my world you were.
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