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amzarashi · 1 year
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i think you left an ache in me that refuses to go away. it’s there even after all this time. i cradle it close to my chest and shower it with the leftover love i have for you which doesn’t look like it will ever run out. i wish we could go back in time and start over. i wish we stayed just friends. i wish i didn’t know the feel of your hand in mine or how an unfamiliar warmth would seep into my bones when you smiled at me. i was never cold when i was with you. you were like the sun and i was icarus; foolish and naive and heads over heels. i wish i could rewrite it. i wish things didn’t turn out like this. we were stupid kids. stupid and reckless but i wouldn’t trade any of those moments we shared because nothing else can compare. believe me, i’ve tried. i’ve been trying ever since i met you to fall in love with someone else so the inevitable won’t hurt. yet, it did. it still does. no matter what i do the ache never dulls. it stays there and taunts me. i wish we never met. that our paths never crossed. that we remained strangers. that none of those things that culminated in me kissing you happened. because then it would be okay. it wouldn’t hurt this much. if i hadn’t met you i wouldn’t have craved the softness that i chase now. you joke about me loving tenderness, but dearest, i never did before i stumbled upon you. i try to replicate your touch and i fail. it hurts all over. you understand the pain in a way no one did and yet there was no pity. i miss that. i wish we could go back to what we used to be, but i don’t think that’s possible and i’m learning to make peace with it.
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aredhels · 3 years
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As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport.
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macbcth · 4 years
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nico di angelo;
“You will suffer, son of Hades!” What else is new? Nico thought.
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dansmiths · 5 years
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ribs, lorde
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bramlouisgreenfeld · 6 years
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Heya!! I'm excited bc i only have two more shifts left of my shitty job (that ive been stuck at for six years) AND I'm excited bc the musical I've been rehearsing for like two months opens in a week and a half and ahhhh!! :D
kat YEEEES that’s fucken awesome!!! dude i’m so glad you’re gonna be free of that job! and i hope your musical goes well
tell me things ur happy/excited about!
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amzarashi · 1 year
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i don't think i'm mourning what we are, but what we could have been. i have seen your kindness--the tenderness that oozes out of the cracks in your facade--and i crave it. i wish it was still mine, like how i wish you were still mine. there are no wounds on my body, but it hurts everywhere. heartbreak is perhaps the most painful wound, is it not? i sit and try to fix it, fill up the cracks with cement, but your sweetness still leeches through. i build a house for my heart and i board it up. i am lonely. i want you to come hold me. i want you to crawl into bed with me and tell me i'm safe. that the ones who hurt me can't get me. that all the hurt inside me doesn't make me any less deserving of love. right now, it's you who i'm hiding from. but you know my ins and outs and all the secret passages that i don't know myself. how do you heal when the one who took away your pain ends up hurting you the most? 
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amzarashi · 1 year
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the first time it happened, we fought. i had a bruise forming on my hands from where i’d banged it against the wall, and you looked livid because i never take care of myself. don’t hurt yourself, you said. it’s not worth it. and i laughed it off.
a week later you kissed the girl i liked and asked if i wanted to know what she tasted like. my heart beat a mile a minute, a wild rabbit running from danger, and i looked at the hurt in me all confused. am i sad that you kissed her or that she kissed you? do i even have the right to be sad in the first place? i still haven’t found the answer to that question, but all i know is that i got on my tip toes and kissed you. you taste like cigarettes and cheap alcohol and i wonder if this is how she tasted like and whether this is all i’ll get to have. to act like it doesn’t hurt when i see you shower love onto others after you make sure no one notices me sneaking away with you. to act like it doesn’t hurt when you treat me like your secret. i stop thinking when you bite and tug at my bottom lip. it’s a familiar routine from here: bruised knees, sore throat, and shame that settles heavily in the bottom of my stomach.
here’s the thing about being with someone who likes someone else: you see me and picture the girl you want and i see you and wish that i could be a little less me. we’ve been playing this game for a while now and i hate how much i like it. because it’s all you’ll let me have and i’m selfish and greedy and i don’t know how to be anything else.
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amzarashi · 2 years
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I play this song again and again. Your voice rings out in my room and for a second it feels like you're there with me. I still my beating heart so I don’t have to listen to what it wants to say. I miss you, it croaks out. It reeks of puppy love and I drag my hands through its coat to untangle the knots. My throat hurts and there’s a lump that I have to swallow around. Words fail me when it comes to you. You seem so magical and I find myself whispering are-you-real way too many times. I find comfort in repetition. I want to find comfort in you, but it feels impossible. This song and my aching heart. I put on a facade to talk to you. A mesmerizing creature; nymph-like and nympho-like. It soothes the tension between us. My flaws stay hidden behind a fog and I sing-song my way into your heart. How long can I keep this up, I find myself asking. How long till my heart grows tired of playing a role I don't want to play. I imagine me falling in love with someone else and how easy it’d be to not hurt all the time. How easy, to not beg for affection. This song feels like a curse at times. I talk to you today, in hushed tones and a smile threatening to coat my words like honey. Your voice makes me want to write poetry. Your voice makes me want to kiss you till the pain eases. Your voice, ethereal and I can picture myself falling for you again. My progress discarded in a little pile by my bedside next to tear stained tissues. I smile in the dark of my room, and the puppy love skitters close to me, all tangled up again, but I refrain from touching it. The song stops playing.
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aredhels · 3 years
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literature family ♥︎ filippa kosta for @filippa-kosta
She knows everything. People always forget about Filippa. And later they always wish they hadn’t.
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aredhels · 4 years
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@fandomaestheticnet gtktm » favorite book: if we were villains
In that one brief moment, I actually wondered if ‘okay’ or something like it might still be possible. But that is how a tragedy like ours or King Lear breaks your heart–by making you believe that the ending might be happy, until the very last minute.
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macbcth · 4 years
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percy jackson;
“I’m fine!“ Percy yelled out as he ran by, followed by a giant screaming bloody murder.
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macbcth · 4 years
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richard stirling or henry winter for @blafard
He sat in the largest armchair like it was a throne, long legs outstretched, feet propped up on the grate. Three years of playing kings and conquerors had taught him to sit that way in every chair, onstage or off-.
- If We Were Villains, M. L. Rio
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aredhels · 4 years
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knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting-on.
KING LEAR ACT I SCENE II
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aredhels · 4 years
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literature family ♥︎ viola for @morifiinwe
Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.
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macbcth · 4 years
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filippa kosta; for @signorbenedick
Her mouth made a flat pink line. Behind her glasses—I didn’t know why she was wearing them, she wasn’t reading anything—her eyes were drowsy ocean blue, patient but tired. “Come on, Oliver,” she said quietly. “It can’t hurt to go up and talk to him.” I gestured at my face. “Um, apparently it can.”
- If We Were Villains, M. L. Rio
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macbcth · 4 years
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james farrow;
James was so quintessentially a hero that this didn’t bother me. He was the handsomest of us (Meredith once compared him to a Disney prince), but more charming than that was his childlike depth of feeling, onstage and off-.
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