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— Jasmine Gibson, from "Hot-Hand Fallacy," Don't Let Them See Me Like This (Nightboat Books, 2018) (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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– Jamie Oliveira | from "Erosion"

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— @eternaldroplets on x (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

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Laudanum

Long winded and lugubrious, languishing with laudanum

The haunted air whistles through your hair

Walking on the edge of hope and sanity

The precipice of unveiled vanity

You have grown very grand

You have put all your strength into saying no

While your pride eats away your soul like a bloody red cancer

And your sense of worth sits in a sheltered room bound and gagged wondering why

If the cost to you of a promise is foreknowledge it is not worth the price of the time it takes to make it

Go and contemplate the efficacy of righteousness

Tell stories to remember

Tell stories even if no one listens

Pour your heart out like water from Jacob’s well

Even if every word you say is like a silent bell

I’m remembering to forget how

Beautiful you were

I’m afraid to find out you really weren’t who you pretended to be

You’ll be alright as long as you convince the audience it was me to blame

I still love you with all the grace a heart of gold can muster

You and your act however are wearing very thin

Long winded and lugubrious

Languishing with laudanum

And a fresh new batch of losers

RolloRoberson ©️2025 photos and poem

“Vows are spoken

To be broken

Feelings are intense

Words are trivial

Pleasures remain

So does the pain

Words are meaningless

And forgettable

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm…”- Martin Lee Gore

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─ Margaret Atwood

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I’ve always thought I was a little better than everyone else for being “low maintenance” until it hit me one day that I’m not that way because it’s who I am, I had to learn to be satisfied with the absolute least growing up because people who owed me the world destroyed mine and my wings of hope got crippled by expectations that were never met. So no, I am no better than anyone, in fact I am sickly compared to them.. I suffer from the parasitic fear of disappointment that controls my mind.

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""You never meant to hurt anyone. But some part of you — some deep part of you — couldn't help itself, couldn't be satisfied until you towered above the people you loved. You needed to be number one, and damn us all, you made sure that happened."

Moka Lynn, On Top

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Sylvia Plath

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I want to kill myself.

But why?

Not even really wanna die.

We need to breathe.

But what's the matter?

If I will deal with this

And will not lose

The fight with hater,

Who actually is me,

Just one annoying,

Keeping the poison

In his pouch.

To use it in the end

By mixing with the air,

And show the world it's evel,

Which always bite same hand.

/31 of March 2025

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The agonising moment when the voices say “nobody else is sad, it’s just you”

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Leila Chatti, from “Tea”

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