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bebx · 2 days
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words by me
༘♡ ೃ⁀➷ muse: Victor von Doom ☽┊͙*ೃ༄
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arseholism · 2 days
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Would you grab my hand, if I were sinking deep?
Would you risk it all? Because words are cheap
Would you run into the fire? Through the flames and smoke?
Would you risk being burnt? Or baby would you choke?
When you delve deep into my soul, into the darkest corners of my mind
Will you pull me out? Will you hold me close? Or will you just leave me behind?
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hersurvival · 2 days
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You won't love me, I fear.
One day it will all click, make sense.
And you'll wonder why you ever thought you did.
I am a mess, my dear.
A storm.
I'll wash you out, cause you to drown,
Leave you bloated and floating on the surface.
Your lungs full up of my torment, my insecurities,
Constant shifting tides of emotion.
The ocean looks so pretty,
The way the sea foam bubbles on the shore,
But don't disregard the under current,
The dangerous lure and pull -
It will drag you out too far.
My dear,
Perhaps you should head for higher ground.
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sfsolstice · 1 day
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s. f. solstice, "you, the earth"
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namedvesta · 2 days
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words-at-night · 2 days
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bebs-art-gallery · 13 days
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Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous
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cerleansky · 2 years
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
~Edit~
Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
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fairydrowning · 8 months
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"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."
– Charles Bukowski
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becomingvecna · 28 days
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bebx · 7 months
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arseholism · 2 days
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I was never afraid of commitment
I was afraid of falling apart
I was never afraid of loving you
I was afraid you would break my heart
I was never afraid of being vulnerable
I was afraid my dreams wouldn’t come true
I was never afraid of living my life
I was afraid of living it without you.
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hersurvival · 2 days
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You calm my storms,
Light the beacons so I may
Find my way home
Stand out on the rocks,
Waving me in,
Not worried that you're drenched
And I am always sorry
That I am so often in a rage,
A tempest
But you guide me in and hold me
Despite the whipping winds,
Until the skies clear
And I am tranquil waters again
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sfsolstice · 3 days
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s. f. solstice, "in the crawl towards spring"
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words-at-night · 2 days
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