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"Halah, Partai Buruh. Kok kaya di Inggris aja bikin partai-partaian buruh." - ujarnya, mencemooh satu partai progresif, sambil menghembuskan asap rokok dan scrolling X melalui iPad-nya.
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FOR YOU
YOU
If I could, I would use all my powers to make a bridge between your heart and mine.
I would say that when I look in your eyes I feel butterflies in my stomach.
Or when I see you smile it makes my knees week.
But the truth is: I would never know what your presence does to me because when I am around you my body loses control and I don’t remember having knees or even a stomach to feel the strong gush of butterflies that float around.
I don’t understand what people mean when they say they fell in love because when I started to like you, I was pretty sure I was flying over the rainbow and not falling. Ever since we wrote the little paper notes to each other during class even though we sit so far away from each other… I started flying.
I always wonder if you feel the same way about me also haha I really hope you don’t find this and figure out that it’s you.
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The Night
It is night when the branches start scratching
Not in horror, but as if to whisper
We see you, too
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I think ive had enough.
My husband informed me earlier that he is in love with a girl that I considered a friend but not so much after her ex-boyfriend tried to force himself on me and when I told her she called me a liar.
he also informed me that the reason he has to go look for other women is that I don’t give him enough attention, that I don’t have a job, I lay around and do nothing and I’m a horrible fucking wife.…
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The Myth of Sisyphus, Explained by a Rat
Last piece from my folio! Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus, directed towards... honestly, I’ve got no clue, “You are dying of the black plague” is what I labelled it. uh, enjoy?
“You know, I think you’d enjoy the Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus. If you survive the night, that is.”
You look down, disbelief written across your face. Reasonably so, as you are currently dying of the bubonic plague, the bulbous sores over your body filled with fluid are starting to ooze, and a rat is currently giving you a book recommendation.
“What?” You croak out, literally dying on the streets.
“Well, Camus really applies this absurdist view onto the Myth of Sisyphus – that guy that rolls a rock up a hill for eternity? Yeah, that guy. Anyway, he talks about how Sisyphus has to realise, sometime during his punishment, how meaningless and absurd it is and how Sisyphus, knowing exactly how his fate will play out, chose to find his own meaning. I think you’re a lot like him.” You stare at the little rat for a second, trying to grasp how this rat has the absolute fucking audacity.
“I am literally dying on the streets. Who gives a fuck about this Syphilis dude?!” Unfortunately, you can’t help but agree that the rat is right. You know exactly how your life is going to play out from here on. The bubonic plague. In 2023. Like, what the shit?
The rat tells me to calm down. The public continues to ignore me. Maybe I should start searching for a meaning now, while I’m still conscious.
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fucked up shortwrite huskerdust fic/excerpt (angel pov) because i'm all fucked up and venting some bullshit
( content warnings: mild NSFW implied, sexual abuse / angel & valentino, graphic imagined gore )
( spoilers: s1:e4 )
I thought having sex with Husk would comfort me.
But, after we'd been kissing and rubbing for a while, and he started to prepare himself to enter me, I clammed up.
I couldn't get it out of my head. Having to fake an orgasm for Val that day, having to cry out the words "I love you" at the peak of it. It made me sick to my stomach. It made every part of me tense up.
"...stop..." I gasped to Husk. My voice was so small, as I was gritting my teeth.
He heard me and backed off.
I hugged myself tightly, folding my legs against my torso.
"...I'm sorry..." I whimpered, starting to cry a little. From the humiliation of what sounds and words I'd had to force out of me with Val hours before.
"...Anything I can do for you?" Husk asked softly, zipping up his pants.
"...I... I want you to stay with me, but please don't touch me..."
Not that I ever fucking read that shit, but...
There's something in Shakespeare about how... something isn't truly the worst until you can no longer say it is. I don't know what it's really supposed to mean, but, to me... it ain't the worst until there are no words. When you can't form them in your head anymore.
There existed a number of words for it. But I didn't have the electricity running in my head enough to think them. Violated, dirtied, tormented. None of them sufficed. But whatever it was, I felt fucking that by the sounds replaying in my head. I wanted to rip my head open and gouge out my fucking brain. A shotgun in my mouth wouldn't be violent enough. I needed to stab myself over and over and over again in my fucking skull and mangle the grey matter and then fucking stomp the shit out of it.
Husk noticed me trembling, and that my eyes were wide and staring at nothing. My breathing had become violent.
He moved to the edge of the bed to sit there, giving me space.
"Hey, if... If you need someone to beat the shit out of, I volunteer," Husk said.
Normally, that would've made me laugh.
But no. With how fucking furious and torn open and disgusting I felt... if I started hitting him, it would be hard for me to stop.
I was scared of how violently enraged I was.
I held my head with my hands pressed over my ears, as if in a feeble attempt to keep the sounds of my own voice in my ineffable memory away.
And a noise came out of me like a low growl. I needed to scream. But it wouldn't come out; I had to build it up.
I kept forcing my voice out, until I was indeed screaming, at the top of my lungs.
I couldn't stop.
Some seconds into it, I felt a soft pressure enclose me.
It wasn't Husk. I would have instinctively gored anyone with my bare hands if they touched me.
When I lost my voice and couldn't scream anymore, and was just a trembling mess with tears running down my face, I noticed it was layers of weighted blankets on top of me.
Husk was still there, at the foot of the bed. Just to be there. Keeping his hands to himself, not trying to console me with empty, hopeless words.
I loved him for it. That way he had of never forcing me to talk about anything, never hugging me if I didn't want it, and most of all, his understanding that, in my circumstances, there were no uplifting words.
He understood and respected the hopelessness of it all. The lost cause.
He knew any "it'll be okay" bullshit would infuriate me, or make me physically ill at best.
He made me feel safe.
Loved.
Known.
I wanted to tell him I loved him, in that moment.
But the phrase had been tarnished.
So I just said his name instead.
"...Hassan..." I whimpered his real name in a painful rasp.
"Yes, baby?"
I just said it again.
And he understood.
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lovefools
a/n- i was sitting at the dinner table, loved ones laughing and conversing around me. it was the night of my 18th birthday :) august 16th. my auntie and uncle had gotten me a new laptop (the one i am currently writing on...its so smooth). i was tispy (and very blazed out) and had just finished setting this laptop up. i got the urge to listen to music on it so i found headphones, plugged them in and went on youtube in search for some feel good vibes. i found this playlist while my friend handed me another shot.
playlist- https://youtu.be/e1orPW74mZ4
so then i was sitting there vibing out and my writers mind was awakened. i wrote out some sort of plot outline for sober me to decypher and then got destracted by more shots.
so to whoever finds this, i hope u enjoy this drabble :)
warnings- fluff, mentions of drinking and drugs, mentions of social aniexty. that's it? i think?
Background music, cheers, laughter, yelling, alcohol, weed. It was all so overstimulating but exciting at the same time, the vibrations from the bass of the music could be felt at the bottom of everyone’s feet.
The boy that stood against the wall observing everyone had never felt what it was like to be in an environment like this until tonight. His reason for coming? The quiet girl that stood amongst her group of friends, a gentle smile across her features as they sipped from their red solo cups and laughed.
The boy and girl have been friends for the past four years now, due to having to be thrown into the same highschool and most of the same clubs. He was a wallflower, self-doubting and filled with social anxiety while she was confident, a conversationalist who loved people.
Their friends, his being two shy boys who loved playing indie games...and hers being a group of 3 sisters who loved weed...all agreed that they were the perfect case of opposites attract.
The friends all saw how the boy and the girl slowly fell for each other, how the boy watched over the girl always, knowing her ups and downs and how the girl would watch over him too, knowing when to step in when he starts choking up due to overstimulation and anxiety. In that moment of music and people they made eye contact.
The gentle smile of the girl would widen and the poker face of the boy would melt into an adoring grin. The girl excused herself from her friends and bounced over to the boy, excitedly gluing herself to his side and looking up at him.
“Hey I’m surprised you actually came!”
His heart fluttered and sped up at her arm linked with his and her dark green eyes that he swore had specks of golden brown.
“How could I not...you asked me too.”
She swallowed down imaginary butterflies that felt like they were about to fly out of her mouth and into her beloved’s face.
“Well...you know just because I asked, doesn’t mean you have to.”
She grinned at his eye-roll and led him outside to the backyard where it was much quieter and air was much clearer. He let her lead him with a gentle and longing smile.
“So why did you ask me to come to this party, miss butterfly?”
She giggled at the sound of her nickname from him and took a deep breath. She had every intention to finally tell the boy about her feelings of great love and care for him. She was pretty confident he shared the same feeling for her, due to his actions and her friends constantly telling her how whipped he is. She just needed to take that jump.
“Hmmm, I wanted to see you.” She leaned up against the porch railing they had approached and smiled at him. “And I know you’ve never really been to one like this so…”
His stomach flip-flopped at that first part and a grin adorned his features as he stood beside her.
“I see…”
They fell into comfortable silence and the girl’s nerves slowly crumbled. She knew she needed to tell him soon or else she would chicken out. Her eyes trailed from his hand perched on the railing beside hers, up his arm and neck to his face. He was already looking at her.
“Hi”
“Hey”
For some reason, her nerves were calm now and her confidence spiked, making her straighten her poster and turning to him fully. His eyes filled with curiosity as he mimicked her movement, now facing her and looking down into her eyes once again.
“I….” she started, breath catching when she felt his thumb brush against her wrist softly and his hand slowly wrapped around hers.
“Hmmm?”
She chuckled, breathless just from him grabbing her hand and shook her head lightly. Her fingers curled around his as they shuffled closer to each other, the cool summer air ruffling their hair.
“You make me breathless” she admitted, smiling harder when she saw his eyes light up and his lips quirk up. “And it drives me crazy. You drive me crazy.”
“I do?” he managed to say as his heart raced towards her and his chest was filled with this warmth that only she could give him.
“Yes, but I love it….I love you”
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This took 10 mins and ik isn't great but I'm improving ✌️ Spread love and be kind 💖 . . . #poem #poems #poemsaboutlove #instapoem #poemporn #poemoftheday #lovepoetry #lovepoems #shortpoems #lovewriting #newwriter #writings #shortwritings #lovetolove #spreadlove #bekind #glint #taylorswift #swiftie #tumblr #lalimadutta #lalimaduttawritings #lalimaduttapoems #pride #blacklivesmatter #sciencelover #lovescience #sciencelove #noobpoet #newpoet https://www.instagram.com/p/CB8VbfaB6ag/?igshid=124tj88h6c6ky
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Amidst darkness
It’s difficult to find beauty in everything.
Especially all that you see, you feel is unending darkness.
It hits your head, your heart, you can’t even breathe...
Should you?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?
But what if you can’t see anything to begin with?
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Menuang air pada api yang membara.
Fiksi yang makan hati.
Pagi ini aku bangun dengan keringat bercucuran hingga kaosku basah. Aku tidak mimpi buruk. Sisa-sisa hujan semalam berubah menjadi udara lembab dan panas, serta mengundang nyamuk-nyamuk kebun raya, menemani malamku yang singkat. Aku harap malamku panjang agar cukup waktu bagiku untuk pulih. Tapi malamku selalu singkat. Ketika matahari menyinari duniaku, aku harus bangkit.
Tiba-tiba saja dadaku sesak, jantungku berdegup sangat kencang, dan tanganku gemetar. Sebentar lagi hari raya, sebentar lagi aku kembali ke rumah, sebentar lagi aku bertemu keluarga. Eh, apa makna keluarga bagiku? Keluarga adalah sekumpulan orang yang membuatku nyaman dan aman. Oh, berarti aku bukan bertemu keluarga. Aku hanya akan bertemu sekumpulan orang-orang yang mengaku bahwa mereka adalah keluarga.
Jika mereka benar keluarga, mengapa mereka menyakiti? Jika mereka benar keluarga, mengapa mereka menyakiti?
Karena mereka keluarga, makanya mereka menyakiti. Mereka keluarga, makanya mereka yang paling tahu kondisiku, isi hatiku, isi kepalaku, dan mungkin isi perutku. Mereka keluarga, makanya mereka yang paling tahu keinginanku, hasratku, dan apa yang terbaik bagiku. Mereka keluarga, tentu saja mereka lebih tahu dan memahamiku daripada diriku sendiri.
Apa? Bekerja di lembaga non-pemerintah? Kok seperti tidak ada pilihan pekerjaan yang lain. Apa? Mau kuliah di luar negeri? Kenapa harus jauh-jauh kalau di sini ada kampus. Apa? Kamu punya pilihan sendiri? Sejak kapan kamu boleh memilih.
Hanya dua telingaku yang boleh digunakan saat bersama mereka untuk mendengar ceramah, keluhan, nasihat, luapan emosi.
Tentu saja aku tidak boleh membalas perkataan mereka, karena mereka keluarga. Tentu saja aku tidak boleh menunjukkan kemarahan, rasa sedih, kekecewaan dan ungkapan tidak suka pada mereka, aku harus menjaga hati mereka. Suatu kali aku menangis dan berusaha menunjukkan bahwa aku tidak nyaman. Apa yang terjadi? Aku menjadi musuh besar. Pembuat onar. Perusak kebahagiaan.
Salah satu alasanku ingin menikah adalah aku berharap ia bisa menyelamatkanku dari keluarga. Mari kita bentuk keluarga yang sungguhan, bukan keluarga jadi-jadian. Mari pergi ke tempat tidak ada keluarga jadi-jadian itu. Tapi nyatanya, tidak ada yang bisa menyelamatkanku selain malam-malamku yang singkat, lagu-lagu yang aku putar berkali-kali, rokok yang memenuhi paru-paru, buku yang tiada habisnya, dan kasih sayang yang aku temukan pada sesama manusia-bukan-keluarga.
Selamat hari raya.
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FIND LOVE THROUGH COFFEE SMELL💞💚☕
The smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries were all you could smell and it smelled like heaven, the only thing killing the mood was your open laptop which displayed the unfinished essay that you had to finish by tonight. And the fact that you had time to do it was worse, you just decided that you would be able to do it last minute but now here you were stuck and not knowing how to finish it.
But on the good side is that you got to look at the cute stranger who was always there in the café yet not in the creepy way! Hopefully it didn’t look like that…. It was more of infatuation… he was super cute and had a very great sense of style so of course you wouldn’t stop looking.
He was actually in two of your classes but you have never spoken to him before so with that he was a stranger to me though sometimes you just get the urge to go over and introduce yourself. However, you would never do that knowing yourself as an introvert to a people you just met. So it was better to keep things the way they were, no contact.
It hurt your heart to leave the café now, but it’s best to finish the essay in your dorm. To put in another words, it was kinda like a routine; he was there and you were too. So you two would always see each other or at least that what you think and then both of you would see home.
And like always, the next time you were there so was he except this time you got busted from staring at him, which was definitely shameful incident for me. In spite of that, he shot you a soft smile that was enough to make your day better and make you blushing and then he left like always.
On the next time you were there, he seemed not to be in the café which was really weird but who knows maybe he was probably running late or maybe he got something so there was no reason to dwell. And your hunch was right, he entered the café as soon as you sat down at a table, you saw him get in line and order his coffee but he wasn’t going to another table or anywhere else. He’s strutting his foot towards you.
You started to get super nervous as this had never happened before, what if he told you off because feeling uncomfortable by your gaze on him?? or what if he told you that you look like a weirdo?? But there was not time to overthink since he was right in front of you at this moment.
“Do you mind if I sit with you?” flustered by the questioned, you scratch your neck which wasn’t even have any itchiness. “Uh, g- go ahead.” While taking his seat and putting over his coffee on the table, “Sorry if this was unexpected of me but I usually see you staring at me when I’m here so I’m thinking why not just sit together with you.”
In my head right now all I can think is how to run from this embarrassing moment. But as I know it’s no use of me to run now. With a shameless face, I face him “Oh god, you notice? Like all the time? I thought I was being discreet about it.” He chuckled by my answer “Not really, it’s quite eye-catching.” My face started to flush in pink, “I’m so sorry if it bothering you all this while. I hope I don’t look like creepy person-…”
“No, no at all! It’s quite flattering to be honest.” He says while smiling charmingly which make my heart faltered by that. “Oh, then that’s good that it didn’t look weirdo to you.”
“By the way, my name is Johnny.” “Oh, mine is Riana.” While seeping his coffee, he started to ask, “It’s lovely to meet you Riana, would you mind if I start sitting with you from now on?”
Try to calm my inner-self, I adjusting my way of sit “I wouldn’t mind at all.” “Great, I’ll be happy to see your pretty face regularly.” You chuckled by his remarks, “Aren’t you gonna even ask me if I have a significant other before flirting with me Mr Johnny?” he giggled with my respond and started to show his cheekiness by saying, “I think if you were to have a significant other, you wouldn’t be staring at me all the time.” he twinkled his dark brown eye. “Hmmm I guess you’re right.”
“But who knows, I maybe can be your significant other if you gave me the chance.” You grinned your smile while looking at your laptop. “You sure are an outgoing person, that’s very nice.” While he looking at you into the eyes, “I’ve been told that before, so how about you and me go out on a date?” you could only grin your smile and try not to look into his eyes as you surely blushing right now by his questioned.
Looking you flushed in pink, he knows there’s a chance so he asked, “Great, so how about you give me your contact number.” “Gladly.” You both exchanged smiles, he handed you his phone and you put your contact number there.
“Okay well, it’s done deal. I will contact you for our next date. As right now it’s been considered as our first date. OK?” You still flustered by what just happened, but you smile sweetly by what he’s saying.
After a while and having small talks about ourselves, it’s time like always for our routine which off from the café. And also we both got our own engagement after this. He has to go to his part-time work as a photographer while I’m off to meet my mom for dinner date.
“Alright Riana, sadly I have to go now as my works have been calling me but expect a message from me, OK?” and with a smile, “OK, I will wait.”
“Bye Riana.” “Bye Johnny.” With that he went to his way and left waving goodbye while winked his dark brown eyes and his cute puffy cheeks can be seen from afar.
Who would have known you would have scored a date with a cute and charming stranger, well it’s not now, as we have been exchange name and contact number. Guess the café was the one to thank to.
“Coffee connects us in so many ways – to each other, to our senses, and to the earth that supports the coffee trees”
“It’s amazing how the world begins to change through the eyes of a cup of coffee.”
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He is different. He is special. He is the reason why I'm smiling during a dark phase.He is the secret to my bright face on this gloomy day. He isn't anything normal.He defines SPECIAL.He is witty and carefree but loving and observant at the same time. Our bond doesn't carry a tag. For he was a fling who turned into company and an orangutan who turned to a teddy bear. PS I'm not even starting to estimate the no. of ppl in my dms who gonna ask if this was for them 😂 😂 😂 #instagram #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #writeups #loveme #me #loveyourself #shortwritings #water #indian #ethnic #ikimfatlol #embraceyourself #blogger #blog #blue #fling #lol ❤🐻❤ https://www.instagram.com/p/BwwZm6CJwkn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=aoqklhbnyweq
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We all desire to learn, but we forget that hearts, our hearts need to be taught first.
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It’s so weird--it’s like you almost didn’t even exist in my life. All the memories hurt too much to look back at, we no longer speak, and all I have is the cute/cheesy business card you gave me when you tried out for a job you were unsure about and our letters and shared shirts.
Kindred soul.
Now all i know is distance memories of a ghost in Silverlake.
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