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born to be an argumentative-antithetical dream girl 🎀🫧

forced (by circumstances) to be a pathological people-pleaser 🍷

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Safia Elhillo, from Girls That Never Die: Poems

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does it ever miss wicklow sometimes? i vowed not to cry anymore. our coming of age has come and gone. give you my wild, give you my child. what should be over burrowed under my skin. i wanna brainwash you into loving me forever. i wanted that pain. what about your promises? you say nothing back. now i just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time. i wanna be defined by the things i love, not the things i'm afraid of. can we always be this close? i just wanna stay in that lavender haze. maybe it was her. i'm a monster in the hill. i gave my blood, sweat and tears for this. don't put me in the basement when i want the penthouse of your heart. a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her. one day i will watch as you're leaving. where is that man who threw blankets over my barbed wire? would it be enough? gave you too much but it wasn't enough. i'm new york city, i still do it for you babe. what you did was just as dark. no one sees when you lose when you're playing solitaire. i'd marry you with paper rings. all they keep asking me is if i wanna be your bride. i wouldn't marry me either. sorry for not making you my centerfold

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OBSESSED | Guts Tour Visuals ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

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enough for you live from the GUTS TOUR ✩ 🎀°｡🎧 ☾

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sabrinacarpenter: comment if u own a mega yacht.

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“i am forever caught between saying too much and not saying enough” - unknown

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AULIʻI CRAVALHO as JANIS ʻIMI’IKE in Mean Girls (2024)

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the sun's rays fired at my skin like violent missiles, engulfing my soul into a momentary state of eternal light, which in turn blinded my vision. my veins began to mercilessly spill burnt ink and its glowing gold threatened to shed my tarnished coat of armour and shield permanently. i asked for a swordsman, but god told me to stare at my hands. i felt exposed yet enlightened, smiling in the face of great, gracious glory. my only desire was to try, and try and try.

in the vast realm of poetry, i could not hide in fear. I lose myself in its tender embrace, transcending reality, finding both solace and grace. all is fair in love and poetry, i tell myself. a woven tapestry of unspoken words, which were born of a raging stream of consciousness, remained oppressed. my mourning of my inability to articulate my thoughts well befriended my struggle to capture the essence of what it truly means to simply be. the callous and cruel passages of careless time was suspended and reality subsided. isolation served as my sole yet steadfast companion, which i held a silent resentment for. yet, i am tightly tethered to this feeling of solitude. how could i abandon this, that has slowly yet surely become an intimate friend of mine? for in its daring depths, i have found a voice. oh how romantic! a wise voice whose poetic verses spoke in great vain to fellow souls. a resolute bond i cannot fully comprehend. my friend, however, aches to depart from my soul, but i remain attached. she desires to retrace her haunted footnotes in my life's narrative, in which i ardently refused. the shaking uncertainties of a widened, wonderful world stifled yet saved myself from a lifetime of tortured, incessant thoughts.

i thought myself a wise poet, whose greatest laments of self were eulogies of the the mind's labyrinth, but questioned myself a fraud, a mere trickster, who sought out the poet's noble stride? am i truly worthy of its worthiness? but whether i am fake or truly bear the poet's name, ultimately, i decide to embrace this sacred duality, my role as the walking contradiction of man, of being a poet, both fearful and bold. or in my own words, i find liberation and refuge, in love's poetic rhapsody.

#omg i haven't talked to you in SO LONGG #how are you doing ml? 💕 #and thank you sm!! #that genuinely means SOSOSO MUCH to me ily

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the sun's rays fired at my skin like violent missiles, engulfing my soul into a momentary state of eternal light, which in turn blinded my vision. my veins began to mercilessly spill burnt ink and her glowing gold threatened to permanently shed my tarnished coat of armour and shield. i asked for a swordsman, but god eagered me to stare at my hands. i felt exposed yet enlightened, smiling in the face of great, gracious glory. my only wanted desire was to try, and try and try.

in the vast realm of poetry, i could not hide in fear. i lose myself in its tender embrace, transcending reality, finding both solace and grace. all is fair in love and poetry, i quietly tell myself. a woven tapestry of unspoken words, which were born of a raging, maddened stream of consciousness, remained oppressed. my mourning of my inability to articulate my thoughts properly befriended my internal struggle to capture the essence of what it truly means to simply be. the callous and cruel passages of careless time was suspended and reality subsided. isolation served as my sole yet steadfast companion, which i held a silent resentment for. yet, i am tightly tethered to this feeling of solitude. how could i abandon this, that has slowly yet surely become an intimate friend of mine? for in its daring depths, i have found a voice. oh how romantic! a wise voice whose great verses spoke in great vain to fellow souls. a resolute bond i cannot fully comprehend. my friend, however, ached to depart from my soul, but i remain attached. she desired to retrace her haunted footnotes in my life's narrative, in which i ardently refused. the shaking uncertainties of a widened, wonderful world stifled yet saved self from a lifetime of tortured, incessant thoughts.

i thought myself a wise poet, whose greatest laments and limitations of self were eulogies of the the mind's labyrinth, but questioned myself a fraud, a mere trickster, who superficially sought out the poet's noble stride? am i truly worthy of its worthiness? but whether i am a fake or truly bear the poet's name, ultimately, i decide to embrace this sacred duality, my role as the walking contradiction of man, of being a poet, both fearful and bold. or in my own words, i find liberation and refuge, in love's poetic rhapsody.

#not officially back yet! #focusing on prioritizing and investing in myself for now #i deserve it #<3 #poetry #fatmata's poetry #poem #just something i wrote

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Miu Miu Mary Jane Heels

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