artingale
artingale
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artingale · 2 months ago
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Something in my mother's blood for calling me "selfish" to even decide to choose a life for myself lingers in my arteries too. The worst parts of me are from my mother. And I'm too selfish to give her that credit.
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artingale · 3 months ago
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Where do I find a love that's just love. Not something that sucks attention, blood and tears. Just love. Not something that lusts over flesh, skin and fat. Not something that leaves one at the altar of death. A love, even at its goodbye, is love.
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artingale · 3 months ago
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artingale · 3 months ago
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artingale · 3 months ago
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artingale · 3 months ago
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artingale · 3 months ago
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I wish that you had thought this through
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Before I went and fell in love with you
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Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry
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For the way that I hurt...
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artingale · 3 months ago
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How odd it is...
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‎ to be haunted
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‎by someone
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‎who is still alive.
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artingale · 3 months ago
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Poetry doesn't cure grief...
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It understands.
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artingale · 4 months ago
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What is this love, if false it proves to be?
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artingale · 4 months ago
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Be careful, the devil can hear your prayers too.
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He doesn't always come with horns and pitchfork.
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Sometimes, he comes dressed up like everything you've ever wanted.
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artingale · 4 months ago
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you kissed my cheek after dinner
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and i felt fuller than ever...
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artingale · 5 months ago
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I AM NOT GOD BUT I AM SOMETHING similar
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artingale · 5 months ago
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Somewhere in the wind, I swear I hear you calling me back.
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artingale · 5 months ago
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WHAT YOU DID TO ME WAS NOT LOVE
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artingale · 5 months ago
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She looked like a religious icon, like somebody you'd sacrifice your life for.
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artingale · 5 months ago
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