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aslisjournal · a month ago
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Asli Hersi
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retreat-to-your-mood · 7 months ago
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destructorofmyowncreation · 4 months ago
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The dumb urge to be loved and liked by people has ruined me.
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sunsbleeding · 5 months ago
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You were only human my friend 🥀
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dying-weeds · a month ago
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penvibess · a month ago
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I don't want to be your drug of choice, I want to be the medicine, the treatment, the reason behind your healing.
I don't wanna be an addiction, I want to be your salvation.
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mythoughts-and-emotions · 11 months ago
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I once begged someone to love me the way I loved them and that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever done.
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sa-dnesss · 11 months ago
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I wish I could talk to the version of you that loved me, just one more time. But I can't and I never will
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melloncolliegalaxies · 7 months ago
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you speak in jokes and my love spouts in laughter, 
you fall ill and i pack my love in pills 
and pour my love in bowls of soup,
you talk about the things that matter 
and my love listens because so do you,
you grow angry and my love waits 
in the space you need to come back calm,
you feel sad and my love sounds like concern, 
but it looks like hugs that wait 
for you to pull back first.
but sometimes my love comes in banter
because loving you is making you laugh louder,
and sometimes my love sounds frail 
because i get sick too, so it looks like a flicker 
when i promise i carry it like a torch
and sometimes my love doesn't listen, 
sometimes my words gush in your presence 
like a waterfall in a beautiful place 
- you are the beautiful place
and sometimes my love gets angry too 
so it pouts in a room 
trying to love you more discreetly
and sometimes my love weeps, 
because it aches in thoughts 
that suggest to love you is to be more, 
to love you is to be better 
and loving you when i'm less than 
feels like loving you less than you deserve. 
- "spectrum of love"
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lonelywarder · 5 months ago
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When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is 'You're safe with me' — that's intimacy.
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo / Taylor Jenkins Reid
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error404-lostinspace · 15 days ago
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I want you to tell me about your favourite book, your passions, your favourite artists, the music you listen to late at night when nobody else is awake and the world is silent. I love listening to you and seeing you talking to me enthusiastically about what you like. Keep sharing with me every thing that makes you happy or sad or angry and never stop, because your soul is so beautiful that I fell in love with it.
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aslisjournal · 2 months ago
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excerpt from  “I Argued with the Stars About You”,  Asli Hersi
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officialleehadan · 2 months ago
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Rescuing Allies
Hello darlings! Today's story was brought to you by Stella! Darling thank you so much for all your support!
Prompt: Pride of Place
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Tilsie knew what she looked like.
She as a short, chubby cook, with hair that was fluffing out of her flour-dusted braid. Her shoes were sensible, and her dress was simple, with only a little embroidery around the hems to mark her position as the pastry cook of the whole castle. Her arms were thick with muscle, and her face was closer to round than it was to fine-featured.
When one was the chosen lover of the most beautiful woman in the world, such comparisons were inevitable, and while Atteila had made her opinion on Tilly’s body very clear, others were not so kind. Tilly knew she was a pretty woman, but she was the kind of pretty that married the miller down the road and put out a dozen children, not the kind that fell in love with a princess and spirited her and a prince out of a castle.
Now, however, it seemed that there was no time to indulge her own insecurities. Atteila and Hanver were counting on her. She couldn’t let them down.
So Tilly hastily pulled her hair free of her braid, shook as much of the flour out as she could, and shook out her skirts. There were some benefits to being clearly of the peasant stock. No one would mistake Tilly for a royal. She never thought she would be grateful for that.
The stables weren’t deserted. A pair of ragged men were rolling dice on a barrel, lazily guarding a handful of soldiers who sat in a line, bound and bruised from what had clearly been an attack they could not withstand. Tilly made eye contact with the nearest, a man named Nezza, who sometimes came to the kitchens when he had a free moment. Tilly slipped him the pastries that weren’t nice enough to serve the nobles, and in return, he went with her maids down to meet food deliveries for the kitchens.
His eyes went wide, but Tilly put a finger to her lips and eyed the two men, who hadn’t noticed her yet.
She wasn’t a fighter, but for Atteila, she would fight anyway.
Serving girls were never a threat. She didn’t walk like a soldier, or wear armor that would clank along as she walked. Skirts weren’t terribly convenient, but they were quiet.
The stove that warmed the stables was close to hand. The stove itself was cold, which was normal for summer, but there was always a small stack of firewood beside it. She took up a hefty branch, took to long steps out of hiding, and brought the branch down on the head of the nearest man. He dropped, unconscious in moments, and his friend staggered back, his eyes wide. He grabbed for his sword, but Tilly, armed and strong with terror, bashed him too. He tried to block, but bakers had strong arms, and he was off balance.
“Remind me never to annoy you, Miss Tilly,” Nezza said when she dropped her branch to untie him. “How did you get here? What are you doing here?”
“No time, are there more of them in the stables?” Tilly asked hurriedly and moved to the next soldier as soon as Nezza’s hands were free. He got to work on his feet and was soon raiding the two fallen men for their weapons. “How many came in the gates?”
“Close to fifty. A proper fighting force,” Nezza said grimly. He moved to the door and froze. “Get down; There’s someone in the bushes!”
“I know!” Tilly said and yanked him back inside before she hesitated. “You’re loyal, right? To His Majesty and the princess?”
Nezza narrowed his eyes at her but nodded slowly. Tilly waited another moment until the rest of the soldiers nodded too.
“Right,” she said, and whistled, three short notes that carried further than anyone expected. Perfect for catching the attention of a maid in a noisy kitchen. Or for calling two royals out of hiding. “I brought some friends from the kitchens.”
“Princess Atteila,” Nezza whispered, and knelt when Atteila and Hanver ducked into the stable. Atteila reached for Tilly’s hand and pulled her close when Tilly took it. “We feared you lost. How…?”
“We were in the kitchens when the attack came,” Atteila explained and pulled him to his feet with her free hand. Hanver joined the soldiers in getting everyone untied. “Tilly took us out through the scullery and into the gardens before we could be captured. Is there word of my father, the king?”
“None, your highness,” Nezza said, clearly uncomfortable but the highest-ranking soldier in the room. Two of his fellows dragged the men Tilly had knocked out into one of the stalls and tied them tightly. “We were taken before we could raise the alarm. Please accept our humblest apologies for our failure.”
“I would not expect any ten men to hold against fifty,” Atteila told him kindly, and squeezed Tilly’s hand. “We must retake the castle or escape, but I know nothing of war. Is the castle lost?”
“We outnumber the ragged lot a dozen to one if we can get to the barracks,” Hanver suggested, the only one of them who had actually been to war, and who had, despite his father’s opinion, a decent head for tactics. He shrugged one shoulder when Nezza looked at him questioningly. “The castle has a large number of soldiers assigned here on rotation. They must have been blocked into their barracks or they would have already taken the castle back. So where are the barracks?”
Her part done, Tilly wrapped her arms around Atteila and held on tight.
Perhaps it wasn’t so bad to be the one who faded into the background. Now, they might just have a chance to fight back.
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Pride of Place :
Strawberry Roses
Orange Bubbles (Subscriber Only!)
Wine Shower
In Hot Water (Subscriber Only!)
Under Orange Blossoms
A Little Bitter
Folding Puff
Cookie Cutter Friends
Out the Back
Rescuing Allies (New!)
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cherry-blossom01 · 2 months ago
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I'm tired of myself
I’m tired of how I feel and how I think
Tired of how I fall in love
At night I would like to disappear
In the moonlight disintegrate
Let everyone forget me and let me forget about everyone
In no one's heart to exist.
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wedarkacademia · a month ago
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voice notes, handwritten letters, good morning texts, book pressed flowers, stargazing, watching sunsets together, dancing in the rain <333
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alex-a-roman · 28 days ago
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The same sky
I lost too many days hoping I could rewrite the past Make things different, save you, save me, I went back to that place too many times Only for the scars to reopen again It's the same blood, can you still taste it? It's the same dull pain in my eyes This is the same sky under which you are growing, But not me, oh not me.
~ A. A. Roman
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shmwrites · 5 months ago
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I promise you that there is no way that your life would be better with someone who doesn’t want to be in it.
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