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there is something to be said for the fear we feel

when laying our souls bare.

when listening to our hearts,

not our minds,

not our guts.

does she know what is right for us

or is she guessing?

unsure of our needs,

only desires,

only yearning.

and, i suppose, the test is in who you choose.

a mind who follows logic,

a gut who follows instinct,

a heart who follows love.

a soul who knows pain.

who gives the clearest warning?

a.l.//it's an odd age, this.

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eighteen.

some time ago, now.

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do i enjoy the sounds of the city?

sirens, shouting, serial clusters

or are they replacements

for the nature i covet?

songbirds, sonnets, streams of clear water

is it the chaos i crave

to overshadow my mind,

or the silence i seek

to calm my distress?

i lay unsure

of where i belong

i stand uncertain

of where i wish to be

i think, still,

that it is my body

i must find a home in.

-a.l.//i will miss this place, but it's time to leave.

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a shake in the night,

from your leg or mine?

intertwined,

minds and limbs and anxieties alike.

a kiss follows four,

so gentle and bright.

introduced,

breaths and dreams, futures we will share in snow.

a trail i create,

from your ear to chest.

infinite,

your love carries me to joy, and to peace.

a.l.//dlc

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to what extent am I expected to weather the storm of your undoing?

to bear the burden of your breaking,

your self-flagellation,

your loss of self:

of love, of reason, of will.

I suppose for as long as I deserve to.

for as long as the sight of me brings pain.

for as long as you have to explain my absence.

for as long as the guilt from hurting you decides to linger.

I am sorry for the shatter,

but I could no more bear to linger.

-a.l.//for el, on what would've been our anniversary

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a memory of the past

When I go home,

I know how the sun will appear on the walls at daybreak;

I know when to keep quiet,

when to beg for forgiveness,

and when to put towels by the crack of the door

so my neighbours are only submitted to a muffled version of the emotional beatings you give me.

-a.l.//please leave me alone, it's been too many years

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I would starve so you could eat

Two birds,

one stone.

-a.l.//dlc

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It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Oh okay

Guess my creativity peaked about 9 years ago then

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8 years on and i warned you i fucking warned you.

“please do not fall in love with me. i see your eyes etched into mine and the curve of your lips wishing to form the words. i told you, dear, do not fall in love with me and i think you are now afraid to say it. but i have good reason: my mind does not work well, and my gaze often drifts. my lungs are black, and my body is sick. i don’t even sleep right, and the nights are amiss. but, i see you, and i think “by god, do i feel it too?” please do not fall in love with me, because i can’t break you, not you, oh god, anyone but you.”

— a.l. // i’m drunk and i dont want you to love me because darling i will wreck your pure, perfect soul.

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"4/10/14

I don't know

But it doesn't matter anymore"

- the final words of a friend long gone.

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what do i know?

about happiness, about longevity.

i don't even know where i'm from.

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I wonder as I sit here,

shaking legs, shivering hands,

what it was that was said.

I do not believe it matters,

not at all,

but I believe it will hurt me.

Which, in turn,

makes me wonder,

why i am so desperate to know

why i wish for my brain to bleed and eyes to drain

why i am so fucking curious

as to what was said.

So,

come on now,

out with it?

-a.l.//fuck, im just curious

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gone. i've been gone. i became the skeleton i always longed to be. but, you know, this doesn't make me happy either. so i think i'll be back now, to share my sorrows with those that could never guess it's me.

from your erratic, inconsistent and struggling aria leicester

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“Your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest, thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.”

— Beau Taplin • T e m p l e s

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come back. please.

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One of the most important milestones I ever reached in my life was accepting that people won’t always love you the way you want them to.

Beau Taplin • T h e  M i l e s t o n e (via afadthatlastsforever)

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The sadness should never own a dog, never babysit a nephew. Everyone agrees it’s blasphemy to mention the sadness in the presence of such sweetness.

Stevie Edwards, “Sadness Workshop”  (via buttonpoetry)