prispls
prispls
prispls
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wistful with a touch of whimsy / all written by me ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶
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prispls · 21 hours ago
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i thought i had finally purged you all out of my system; but i'm soon proven wrong, struck by a distant memory i thought i had long forgotten.
a moment in time where it felt like nothing else even matters because i had you by my side. before everything else started to unravel between us and we were so close to touch and yet worlds apart.
is it really better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?
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prispls · 21 hours ago
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where i write from
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prispls · 16 days ago
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Zhu Xiang, from a poem titled "Reply to a Dream," featured in Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology
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prispls · 16 days ago
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what else can i write about this that i have not already written? and why do i feel like perhaps me revisiting it and reiterating it would somehow drive my point home and move you when all my previous attempts at reaching you have always fallen short?
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prispls · 16 days ago
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Fairies by the Brook (1895) by Maximilian Pirner
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prispls · 16 days ago
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// Franz Kafka
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prispls · 16 days ago
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The Death of Icarus (b.1823-1889) by Alexandre Cabanel
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prispls · 16 days ago
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do you ever think about it? dream about it? or were they all just things you say to keep me still hooked onto you? i’m so forgiving and naive when it comes to matters of the heart pertaining you and i hate that.
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prispls · 18 days ago
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Soir (1911) by Gabriel Ferrier
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prispls · 18 days ago
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Details from Bacchus and Ariadne
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prispls · 18 days ago
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you prefer to keep things buried; me, i tend to overspill. and each time i reveal how i feel, you refrain from doing the same.
well, i liked you more when your hands are bloodied red from ripping your heart open and spilling all of your insides out just for me to see.
will there ever come a time where all that's buried will resurface and it will be revealed that you've felt it all the same?
that all of this heartache and all of this yearning wasn't all in vain?
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prispls · 18 days ago
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Insomnia, Casey Childs
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prispls · 18 days ago
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Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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prispls · 25 days ago
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i hope that the past will always haunt you, regardless of where you go and who you’re with and however long it might have been.
and while i bask in the light, i hope you’ll wish you that you could too, yet always never being able to.
i won’t shine on you anymore. i won’t revere you with all the love that i have for you.
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prispls · 2 months ago
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By Greg Mort
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prispls · 2 months ago
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which fairy wings do we prefer? 🧚🏻‍♀️⭐️
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prispls · 2 months ago
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alex turner’s love letter to alexa chung
(can we please bring back romance?)
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