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reciprocity

you've heard the saying

you can't pour from an empty cup

i'm a really big cup

i've poured and i've poured

i've sweated and cried to replenish myself

just to pour some more

one day you filled my entire cup

i noticed yours was getting low

so i poured and i was proud to

because you filled me once

but

you neglected to tell me you were insatiable

you loved the taste, so you kept drinking

and drinking

unwilling to even spit your drink in my mouth to quench my thirst

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i just saw something that said "one thing that makes me immediately wary of someone is dismissiveness. when people dismiss others' opinions, feelings, or experiences without consideration, it shows a lack of respect and empathy. it feels like their perspective is the only one that matters, which can be off-putting and alienating and usually the root of many other issues."

and phew :')

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so many things

every time I want to write, it feels like there's a million conflicting stories in my head. good stories, bad stories. love stories, hate stories. sad stories, happy stories. stories I feel like could be best-seller material, stories that many may never be interested in reading. different stories, or the same stories with different points of view. so many things I want to say. so many things I want to write down. so many things I want to read. so many things I want to create. so many things I want to do. so many things I want to learn. so many things I want to master. so many things I may never speak out loud but I want to be written somewhere. so many things I want to experience. so many things I want to change. so many things to get out of my head. so many ways to do it. so many platforms for me to write it on. if anyone that knows me were to read this, their response would probably be: "What's stopping you?". to which I would respond, "so many things."

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trust fall

something tells me that if i were to lose my balance near you, you'd let me fall

you'd never even offer a hand to help me to my feet

but me?

if you fall into me

i catch you, i break your fall

see i'm a little off balance, but i still can't let you just fall to the ground alone

so i'll rush behind you, wrap my arms around you tight

we'll both fall

but i'll take the brunt of the damage

i'll hold your weight upon me

that may make me stupid

but at least it makes me trustworthy

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*swoon*

"If I offer you the moon on a string, will you give me a kiss, too?" - Lucien Vanserra

Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

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my bones have melted, my love

I cannot run to you and jump in your arms

I cannot make my mouth form words

I cannot reach to touch you

I am a puddle of myself

A puddle of emotion and feeling

A puddle of blood inside skin that cannot hold form

A puddle of tears who have fallen to the floor to escape my tired eyes

How will I ever stand up again?

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Rotten Fruit is Contagious

He was a beautiful man on the outside, but the inside was rotten

Picture this: a fresh, crimson red apple you handpicked yourself, you washed it off in the kitchen sink, water drops down its sides like sweat rolling off of an old lover

You're famished, starved, your stomach is empty

This is all you want, nothing else will satisfy you

You have your sharpest knife from the culinary school you never finished and your favorite cutting board that your mother gave you

You place the blade of the knife to the apple's flesh

It reduces to ash.

Rotten.

Wilted.

Deceased.

You ask yourself, what now?

That apple was all I wanted, nothing else will satisfy this type of hunger.

You hear your internal voice tell you, "Take that apple, walk it outside and place it where it belongs: in the trash. Go pick another apple, one that is firm, crisp and juicy on the inside. Rotten fruit serves no purpose in your life."

Rotten fruit serves no purpose in your life.

Rotten fruit is contagious.

This isn't about apples.

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cocaine on her laptop

the computer was supposed to get her through college

now its purpose

is simply to be a surface

one to place upon this pearl

to smash against

and cut with a razor blade

then divide this powder

into neat and even lines

to be defeated one by one

erasing her emotions

defeating them

one by one

all by one

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unconventional poetry just hits different 💥

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Rotten Fruit is Contagious

He was a beautiful man on the outside, but the inside was rotten

Picture this: a fresh, crimson red apple you handpicked yourself, you washed it off in the kitchen sink, water drops down its sides like sweat rolling off of an old lover

You're famished, starved, your stomach is empty

This is all you want, nothing else will satisfy you

You have your sharpest knife from the culinary school you never finished and your favorite cutting board that your mother gave you

You place the blade of the knife to the apple's flesh

It reduces to ash.

Rotten.

Wilted.

Deceased.

You ask yourself, what now?

That apple was all I wanted, nothing else will satisfy this type of hunger.

You hear your internal voice tell you, "Take that apple, walk it outside and place it where it belongs: in the trash. Go pick another apple, one that is firm, crisp and juicy on the inside. Rotten fruit serves no purpose in your life."

Rotten fruit serves no purpose in your life.

Rotten fruit is contagious.

This isn't about apples.

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Slammed by Colleen Hoover 🫶🏼

SN // I totally wish I could perform this particular poem in front of a certain someone😅

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Well, does he?

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in school I used to wear fake glasses while doing writing assignments so that the teachers would think I was smarter and grade my tests higher (this actually worked, for the record)

this kind of backfired in a pavlovian way because now I literally have to put on a pair of glasses and activate Smart Mode when I write anything longer than a few paragraphs

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Every obstacle is an opportunity

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“She didn’t realize how toasty it had been in the tavern until she escaped into the brittle evening. Crisp, like the first bite of a chilled apple, smelling just as sweet, with hints of burnt sugar weaving through the charcoal night air. Around her, the people on the street were as thick as a murder of crows.”

- Stephanie Garber

This quote…ugh just, swoon.

It’s not even romance-related, but just the way Stephanie put all those beautiful words together makes me feel like I can taste them.

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(Re-reading It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover currently, so I can read It Starts With Us)

*spoilers below* lol

Topic: RYLE 😑

Everything he does is CRINGE

Much like Lily, I missed all the red flags the first time

He was literally beating up a chair when she met him

Second time she sees him, he tells her he doesn’t ever want to see her again

THEN

He knocked on 29 apartment doors ?! TWENTY NINE DOORS 😂 BECAUSE HE WANTED TO FUCK HER 😂😂😂😂