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ashberrrry · a day ago
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You know the melancholic feeling when you listen to an old song and it brings everything from the past back, the friendships, inside jokes, memories, events.
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anotherlxve · a day ago
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It hurts so much feeling like I’m never good enough. I feel like I’m only someone temporary until something or someone better comes along. I don’t wanna feel like this anymore. It’s breaking me.
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wedarkacademia · 2 days ago
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“Some people are born to make great art and others are born to appreciate it. … It is a kind of talent in itself, to be an audience, whether you are the spectator in the gallery or you are listening to the voice of the world's greatest soprano. Not everyone can be an artist. There have to be those who witness the art, who love and appreciate what they have been privileged to see.” ― Ann Patchett, Bel Canto
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darkacademiaestheticx · 2 days ago
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“Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?”
—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
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iambrillyant · 14 hours ago
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“look at you in all your divinity. you are a rare find, a once in a lifetime kind of love. gold drips from all your wounds because of the shadow work you continue to put in and you have every right to be cautious about who wants to experience you.”
— iambrillyant
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sadswaggynerdyfrog · 2 days ago
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If I let my insides be emptied and scraped clean with spoons last summer I wouldn’t be sitting in this chair in my English class and my professor wouldn’t have anyone to ask about how to wear earrings the way I do. If I hung myself with the necklaces rusting on my collarbones, because no one’s fingers wants to take them off and fiddle around with them, I wouldn’t have seen that friend smoking at my university’s main gate and ranting so sweetly to me as soon as they saw me. But what difference would’ve been made if I did rest months ago?My professor would go back to her office to grade some papers and my friend would answer the many calls they get daily and rant to others.
I expected to find myself stepping on a bed heavy with three other bodies belonging to people who are more than friends. I expected to be woken up at 3am just because someone wants me conscious and present but I might as well be swallowed by my sheets and the sun will still rise and my skin will still crack. I’ve been observing. I’ve been mimicking. Yet I’ll always lack the sparkle, the neatness. I’ll always be dirtied at the core by a clump of mud.
I’m seventeen. I want to be happy at seventeen and heal at seventeen and stop being a fifty year old with the hands of a five year old at seventeen. I’ve been seventeen for so long I can feel the years sliding inside my squeleton. I’ve been seventeen for so long and I figured that I am made more of loneliness and longing than I am made of myself.
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sedehaven · 2 days ago
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Darklings
Leave the porchlight off--
we have never needed it
to make our way. Nor
have we needed the
fickle moon.
Beloved, we are born
of the night. You at the
moment when the evening
stretches her cool skin
over the fevered flesh
of the Earth. And me?
I came silent in the darkest
hour of the shortest
night. Umbral and abyssal,
chasms unlit by stars. Born
of the void, we need
no stars, no moon, no light
(at all)
to find ourselves in the
velvet embrace of our
native night. We are
what casts no shadow
(for we are too dark
to have shadows)
and in the dew-kissed night,
we dance, my love.
We dance.
-- S. E. De Haven
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euesworld · 16 hours ago
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"When the sky is light, you're in my heart.. when the sky is dark, you're in my heart.. the thing is, wherever you are, you're in my heart."
You will forever be in my heart for an eternity - eUë
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The lily of the valley,
Whom you had a rendezvous
With, has bloomed atlast
No longer she blushes at your glance
Fragrance of her souls
Fills the valleys, she has untied
The beauty, she was caged in once
The soul you met,
Has personified the sun............
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darkacademiaestheticx · 2 days ago
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It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you’ve known forever don’t see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.
— Nicholas Sparks
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ashberrrry · 19 hours ago
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the first door is a point
with no size or dimension
just a location
with infinitely small mass
the second door is a line
from one point to another
a tightrope
against an infinite void
the third door is an opening
a path we all walk
the fourth door is the time it takes to walk it
from birth until death
the fifth door is beyond death
everything hereafter
everything you've known
but different in every way
all mathematical equations could never explain
that in the beyond, life continues
but I could never tell you that
you'll have to figure it out on your own
I’ll wait on this side for you to cross over
//the fifth door by: alec prado//
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ninasdrafts · a day ago
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Envy got the best of you in the end. I never wanted to be around to watch it eat you up, but you wrapped your ink-stained fingers around my wrists and dragged me down with you. There was nowhere else for me to run but right into your open arms. I would have chosen a different path for us, but stars don’t get to pick how they fall - they just do. I should have told you it wasn't your fault. I should have lied and told you I'd never seen it coming, but I felt the pressure of your fingernails cutting into my skin from the very first time you said you were happy for me.
envy / n.j.
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sedehaven · a day ago
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Morning Song and Dance
The winds are whispering through
leaves of grass--a conversation
in secret tongues. Breathing
sibilant sighs. Infinity trembles
in the blades, like vocal chords,
and the morning sings beneath
its dew. Barefoot, we dance
the secrets that have no finite
start, no due completion.
Circle dance beneath the clear
blue eye of the endless.
No other witness to this joy--
the joy of feeling the breath
and heartbeat of something
(someone) incubating the eternal
just beneath our joyful feet.
-- S. E. De Haven
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