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secret-thoughtsxo · 1 year

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You were just chaos wrapped in sunshine

& all I wanted to do was make you mine.

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secrets-i-whisper-to-the-moon · 3 months

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luciferslilith7 · 3 months

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I feel like a poorly written poem. Picture Credit ~ 📍 pinterest

@luciferslilith7

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lostmemoryy · 1 month

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#alone with my thoughts #dark acadamia aesthetic #secrets in the dark #via ig #via instagram #dark academia #empty spaces #depressing shit #i feel empty #inner peace #soft academia #light academia #aesthetic #art #poetry

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poemsonmars · 3 days

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i don't have any dark secrets

but i do have a few light ones.

and i don't mean light

in that they're not heavy

because fuck they are,

but rather... well,

my secret is that i am terrified

to tell her that i love her

and how could that possibly

be anything but sunshine?

how could loving her,

in whatever horrible

form that may be in,

be anything other than

the single greatest thing

i've ever done with my life?

it doesn't matter if

she doesn't love me back

if i never get the courage

to tell her anyway.

i will keep my secrets

buried deep inside and

hope that their light

is enough to keep me warm.

i will keep loving her

and i will keep it to myself.

-mars

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leavemeslowly · 2 months

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She said she was going insane again. I sometimes feel that too. Not enough to take the same step as she did but enough to fall deeply into myself. Get drunk on my own thoughts and drown in them without looking for a way out. I am full of sorrow and bitterness for no good reason. How long before anyone else notices? I am too far gone now. They will see it anyway and spit on me. Full of hatred and misunderstanding. I am blinded by it. Not seeing an escape, if there is any at all. My self is not mine, I am not me. I am a memory.

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envyclearlace · 2 years

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Liminal Spaces

hospital waiting rooms

laundromats at midnight

empty parking lots

playgrounds at night

school when you're too early

sleepovers when everyone else has fallen asleep

empty classrooms

bathrooms at parties

hotel pools at night

everywhere, the day after your birthday

neighbourhoods at 4am

on a bus with just a few people

stairwells

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irradiantflux · 2 days

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"There is something in a lost love that is sweet to remember, even though it was purchased with a thousand tears."

Mary Elizabeth Braddon, Lady Audley's Secret

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bleachedduck · 6 months

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"Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside of literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs."

—Donna Tartt, The Secret History.

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secret-thoughtsxo · 2 years

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They say you can’t heal around what made you sick; what if it was me?

What if I made myself sick? Sick from the lack of boundaries, sick from the excuses I made for others behaviours towards me, sick from the way I allowed myself to be treated- sick sick sick.

What if I’ll always be sick? Why would I rather fix a stranger than myself? Why must I always try to heal others at my own expense?

I’m exhausted. I’m never chosen. I’m a good luck fuck, at best.