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deadpoet-skull · a day ago
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you burned me and i stayed silent. it was the first time i didnt scream while fire was touching my skin.
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ur-fav-random-shit · a day ago
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i only told the moon,
tonight up on the roof,
i asked her to please tell me if you tell things to her too.
- camila cabello
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tryingtogetaway · 6 months ago
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bitter longing for the relationship you never got to have
greta gerwig’s “lady bird” // phoebe bridgers’ “motion sickness” // the simpsons s6e13 // liv ullmann’s “changing” // mitski’s “class of 2013” from @mitskiarthistory // eavan boland’s “the necessity for irony” // felix van groeningen’s “beautiful boy” // poem by @griefmother on instagram // richard siken’s “seaside improvisation”
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deadpoet-skull · 2 hours ago
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at school: when i go home i get done all the work i procrastinated
once home: sike
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tomorrowmydear · 3 months ago
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Growing Up & Losing Friends
Fernando Pessoa, “A Little Larger Than The Entire Universe” | A. Timofeev, “Spring” | Mikko Harvey, “For M” | F. Scott Fitzgerald | Adele “When We Were Young” | Willem Haenraets, “A Letter for Two Friends” | Alain de Botton | Hishaam Siddiqi, “Where Did You Go?” | @honeytuesday | Edward Hopper, “Pensive Lady in Pink” | George R.R. Martin, “A Game of Thrones”
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melloncolliegalaxies · 4 months ago
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sometimes i feel more like a house than a person with the way i decorate my body and my face to hide damaged walls and empty spaces; my heart is more like a door with changed locks because i've made multiple keys for people who walked all over me with filthy shoes, people who said they could live here, but they were just passing through. i hope my eyes are not windows, because i fear what the world might see—all of my flaws and insecurities on display like a coffee table or some shoddy love seat. sometimes i swear i left the oven on and forgot because my mind feels like a smoke detector with the way my apprehension never calms. i smell smoke, but i can't see it; i'm told things are never as bad as i make them, but every wildfire starts with a spark and it's easy to burn when you're a house made of straw.
- "house made of straw"
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excen-tricos · 3 months ago
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Empiezo caer, y no hay quien me sostenga, toco fondo, tomo impulso y vuelvo a emerger; me mantengo a flote, pero yo sé, que volveré a hundirme en este mar de miedo que no me deja ser.
Eli
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