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[mistymoon-king]

Sometimes you think you’re over it and it’s a part of the past.

But other times, life throws some salt at you and you’re forced to realize you still have wounds.

My wounds are healing, but they are still there.

I know it is my responsibility to care for them, but god do I ever resent you for giving them to me.

Salt in the Wound | November 17th, 2023

[sunsets-foreigntown]

i’m not a smoker, but i always take a cigarette when offered to me.

because when i was 18, fresh out of high school, waiting by a frat house, a girl with bleached blonde hair and mascara running down her face asked me if i wanted a cigarette.

i said yes, and she gave me the one she was already smoking.

that’s all. the first time we’ve spoken, but just like we were old friends. we didn’t say much, and we didn’t talk for long. then i never saw her again. i never asked her name. i wouldn’t have remembered anyway.

four years later, i still don’t know what i’m chasing. that strange and sudden intimacy? or the taste of her lipstick mixed with nicotine in my mouth. or being 18.

or a moment where the boundaries of space and time are thin. where one scene bleeds into another. so i can dig my fingers into it. sweet nostalgia between my teeth. nonexistence. just for a little while. just for a little while.

[itsmegallene]

“Love isn’t about grand gestures, or the moon and the stars. It’s just dumb luck. And sometimes, you meet someone who feels the same way. And then, sometimes, you’re unlucky. But one day, you’re gonna meet someone who appreciates you for who you are. I mean, there’s seven billion people on the planet. I know one of them is gonna climb up on a moon for you.”

[to Liam] Otis Milburn

Source: Sex Education; S1.Ep7: Happily Ever After

—Gallene //love..it's just dumb luck;

[thingsnobodywillread]

[poevez]

I hate when i get in the mood

The mood where i think so much

The mood where i realize the truth

Where the love i thought was real

Really ain’t real love

The genuine people i met

It really wasn’t genuine

Just another part of myself being blinded

Reset

I started to open my eyes

It show me how miserable it was

How much i was taking away from myself

[pig-on-acid]

I spent one hour yesterday crying cause I wanted my father. But it's been 15 years since his passing.

For the first time in a long time, I longed for his touch, the way he made me feel better and made me feel protected and safe.

I've never felt safe for the past 15 years actually.

I just want my father. Just for a minute, just to give him a hug and feel safe. Just for one minute.

-Kameshi

[amandamateja]

Skip Forward

If I could skip forward to a year from now,

I definitely would have forgotten what my worries were today.

If I could skip forward to a month from now,

I definitely would think I was an idiot for stressing myself out over nothing at all.

If I could skip forward to a week from now,

I definitely would realize that I had wasted time worrying about things and stressing over whatever the hell it is that I'm trying to figure out today.

God's got me.

I know this now.

Sometimes I want to skip backward, though, and relive a moment that was so sweet.

Sometimes I'd like to skip backward and make right the things that I am not proud of,

but I am learning everyday how to be a better person.

And I am learning each day how to embrace my past because it has made me the person that I am today.

The Universe has already planned out my destiny,

and I just need to have a little faith.

It is a waste of precious time regretting the past and worrying about the future.

Living today, in the moment right now, is what is important.

The present is a gift that is definitely,

by far, the best blessing.

Living in the past or worrying about the future will certainly have me missing something beautiful happening in my life right now.

/Amanda Mateja

[the-real-srsteele]

Her deep, soulful eyes told stories whose words would never cross her lips.

[itsmegallene]

[thingsnobodywillread]

I woke up with your name on my lips, so I whispered it to the morning sun, and prayed that I ran into you in an ocean of strangers.

L. W - excerpt from a book I’ll never write #91

[poevez]

I’ll no longer beg for anything

They known what they’ve seen

Also know what they have done

I will no longer hurt

I will remove all

That always seem to place me in the dirt

[littleteenagethings]

There comes a time in your life when you realize that you're the only one you have. You can be sitting in a dining hall surrounded by 50 people, or you can be in the presence of the one you love, where ever you are, whatever you're doing the time will come. When the time comes you will feel as if the wind has been knocked out of you, keep going anyway. You will think you're unable to go on, keep going anyway. Through all the dark times, keep going anyway and pretty soon you'll see that you're all you need each and every day.

Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #395

18/10/2019

9:29  pm

[amandamateja]

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[meandmymoisl]

»Can you please hold me in your arms?« she asked with a crying, cracking voice. Sadly I look down to her. I feel the pain, I feel her unfiltered suffering.

How much I would like to pull her into my arms, but I can’t.

How am I supposed to hold her when she’s so fragil? How am I supposed to hold her when I’m too heavy on my own?

I’m so sorry. A single tear hits the floor, but I’m not here anymore.

I can still hear her silent screams knowing exactly how she feels.

But I just can’t help her. Again I can’t help her. And again i can’t help myself. Again, I can’t save us.

~ R. Cowly — CYHM #1 — Me and Myself and I —

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[bebackinfive]

O que é o amor? É quando eu olho pela minha janela e penso em você olhando da sua. É quando as luzes da cidade parecem nostálgicas demais. Porque o amor tem disso né? Ele tá sempre envolvido nessa espécie de filtro de nostalgia que transforma tudo em anseio e desejo de voltar, de recomeçar e ficar. E quando acaba, a sensação agridoce que perdura por sobre o amor impede que o filtro desapareça. O amor pra mim não é cor de rosa. Não. Ele tem aquele quê de filme antigo com o som do projetor sendo ligado, com contagem regressiva e as cores em sépia. Tem gosto de uísque, amargo demais, melhor se for marguerita, de preferência de morango. Tem som da agulha que encosta no disco que toca na minha vitrola velha. E trilha sonora de blues que aquece e te impede de permanecer parado, e jazz improvisado que te inunda e afoga as dores. Tem a batida do indie, misturado com folk. E até umas pitadinhas de rock and roll, pra você não reclamar. Pra mim o amor é assim. Uma mistura de todas as minhas coisas preferidas. Uma espécie de máquina do tempo que me transporta pra fora desse mundo comum, que sufoca. Pois é, eu sou mesmo clichê. E o amor é mesmo filme. #mine #textpost #excerptfromabookillneverwrite #quotes #tennessewhiskey #love #nos #amor #escritos #filmedit (at Belo Horizonte, Brazil) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBy6TgTDi80/?igshid=m12mmd1enphg

[the-real-srsteele]

I'm perched on the counter, daintily nibbling spoonfuls from an ice cream carton.

You're seated at the kitchen table, stealing glances at me and chuckling to yourself over how ridiculously adorable I am.

There's a newspaper spread out on the table in front of you (Who even reads a newspaper anymore? But I love you for it).

It's perfect. WE'RE perfect.