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#the letter I'll never send
rowandarling · 5 months
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it’s a quiet sort of tragedy
to feel the time slip away
the ghost of your hand is letting go
and your warmth is a distant memory
you’ve gone so far
yet i am right where you left me
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tenth-of-july · 1 month
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my integumentary system is familiar of even the thought of you that bounce around the voices of people I barely know; they tickle through the cracks of my goosebumps as the words continue to sort themselves into sentences until it eventually forms a coherent conception of who we were, what happened in between, and what we could have been. they continue to feel familiar deep through the layers of my skin, below my subcutaneous, inside my marrows, and around my tendons.
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signed-someone · 2 months
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To the couple who walked past me earlier,
six months ago I might have cried.
today I could only smile.
it was something about the way one of you slipped your hand around the other's waist on the inside of their coat, and the way the other leant into it.
the care in the touch, the love in the glances.
the meaning behind every smile, every word, every breath.
six months ago I might have cried.
today I could only smile.
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addictings · 2 years
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It is so disappointing when you believe someone is going to be with you for the rest of your life, then all of a sudden they aren’t there for you anymore. I’ll always admire and support them from afar, but I wish I could be close to them again.
— strangers with memories (2022)
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scamomile · 1 month
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It's getting harder and harder to remember why I'm still here. I do things just to make sure I'm still corporeal. I fear that one day I will wake up to find that I can no longer interact with the world around me; that I would wake as a phantom. I know this is a terrible thing to say, but the truth is, I'm not sure if I should go on existing. The night calls and I find myself too weak to resist its summons. If this is the last time I write to you, I swear I tried. I have never been very strong, you know this, but please, please know I tried.
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fiammaeterna · 9 months
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00:41, 07.30.21
i see you everywhere i go
no matter how hard i try i can’t escape you
you’re always in my mind, not a day goes by where i don’t think of you, and it’s slowly killing me
i don’t think i’ll escape you until i’m across the country
in a new town, a new state, three thousand miles away from you and everywhere i have memories of you
but until then, i will think of you, and i will continue to delude myself with the multiverse theory
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letterstomonkey · 6 months
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Hi friends! I am super excited to say that I can now connect with you all on my official Instagram @letterstomonkey !!!!!
I am extremely hopeful that this will be an easier means for me to converse with you guys, share some of the other poets/people that inspire me, and expand my connections within this beautiful online community.
I am so thankful and proud of how far Letters to Monkey has come.
Thank you for reading me.
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nobody talk to me i've been emotional all week over king's dad having kept an eye on him his whole life from The In-Between. much like spinel, i will never be able to watch the series the same way again
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aelysianfields · 4 months
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it's weird to be the villain in a story when you thought you were the victim, but who says they have to be mutually exclusive?
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the13dreamers · 8 days
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Dear West Street,
Where the garden beds are filled with sand. Where the flowers won’t grow, but the mint will. Where I bought my first car for $1,300 and lost the key three weeks later. Down the street and to the right is the pizza shop, where we sat on the Stairway to Heaven (which is really just a flight of stairs in front of the building). Do you remember? The sun buries its face in the breasts of the clouds. Nick played the song I loved best, but I can’t remember the name. You picked me up after I talked you down from the railing. Funny how my legs gave out while yours never trembled. I still think about the careless way your headlights never looked back. Did you forget about West Street? My first night in my apartment, you brought wine and the scrawny guy from the show. He sang Jolene by Ray LaMontage. He had a voice that even the wine couldn’t make sound good.
But that night, with Christmas lights tracing the baseboards, with only a rug to sit on and your parakeet laugh ricocheting off the walls, with my bruised knee & bad taste in jokes (and men), I made excuses for it. Maybe he never found the breath he lost climbing up the steps. Maybe this wine just sucks.
West Street is where I lost the keys to my house at least 7 times. I’d climb back inside using the window to my living room on the second floor. By then, I had a cat and a septum ring, and a fuck buddy who lived down the road. He taught me how to longboard and kiss real slow. I got bruises from both, so he showed me how to walk it off. We watched a Studio Ghibli movie he had on DVD, but I fell asleep right after the opening scene. I threw away that damn disk as soon as I stopped fucking him. You asked me to go for a walk across the Sundial Bridge, where you cried for all the trees that turned to ashes last year. You were funny in that way. One minute you’d be laughing about some girl you’d flipped off, or some guy you told to kiss your ass. And the next second you’d be crying for the rainforests that can’t weep for themselves to water their roots.
I love(d) you because when life gave you lemons, you’d sell them a buck each and use the money to buy a string of beads. I love you in a way that happens once or never at all.
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rowandarling · 5 months
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there’s this loose piece of thread in me
tucked in the marrows of my bones
it’s hooked itself onto you
taking a bit of me
as you drift
further
and
further
away from me
these days i find myself
unraveling, fraying, dissolving
running out of words, out of time, so
for my sake, i’ll sever the string binding us
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coeurdetout · 1 year
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for mo, 21.12.2022
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tenth-of-july · 27 days
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a requiem
as happy as I am for the others, I do not wish to sit in the back tables of banquets, celebrating over someone's shared love. I swallow dandelion greens and turmeric to ease the bitter pain, but I still somehow end up in a coffin, in a mass I never want.
everyone could be standing at my wake and they would see my face, pink and pale from the lipstick and uneven contours. They don't notice that a finger is missing on my left hand where a ring is supposed to be linked to the veins near my heart. They only see the face of a woman who has smiled, laughed, cried, and yelled in front of them; but they never see the finger that has waited for a ring or any symbolic object to reassure her that romance is not as dead and cold as her.
they pray for my departure but I refuse to go; for what is the purpose of a requiem, what is the purpose of my dead body, my hands, my fingers, if there is nothing to hold?
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signed-someone · 2 months
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To her again,
I fell in love for the first time when I was 17.
and you were incredible, something I couldn't begin to explain and didn't want to.
everything about you existed as this immovable constant in my mind.
no distance would stop me from loving you, no argument would make me love you less, and nothing could stop the words from pouring out when I declared just how much...
my heart broke for the first time when I was 18.
and you left remnants of love etched into my skin.
you existed in photos and texts and everything I was desperate to forget about.
no distance stopped me from thinking of you, no time has passed that's made me think less of you, and there are nights even now I wonder whether I'm still in love...
or just miss the feeling.
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daydadahlias · 3 months
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scale of 1-10 how much fun do you have when you send asks to yourself
a lot more fun than this ask
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percyshipz · 2 years
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Reblog this w/ an f/o of your choice and I’ll write you a small love letter from them and send it to you in your ask box. I’ll be on anon though to imply realism. If that counts. 
[ Ok please don't reblog this anymore it's closed. I got alot of letters to write HAHAHA ]
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Please note; I’ll try to get everyone done and keep them in character. I’ll try my best mainly because I want to practice writing styles ! 
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