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on soulmates

f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok

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“Once you read my words, you are entering my life, you are entering the mouth of wild roses,”

— Chuck Akot, from Waterline and Other Poems, Rose selvatiche

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Acceptance

Acceptance is tough to accomplish. Most of the time it isn’t even achieved by the mass. But what bothers me the most is the fact that when achieved it’s easily forgotten again. If only this wasn’t the case maybe it would have been easier. Forgetting this achievement leads to feeling the same pain you did when you fell in denial the first time around.

It’s not always about what someone did to you but sometimes it’s about what you did to them. Making them feel uneasy about life and doubting themselves makes you look like the villain and nobody wants to be the villain in a life story. Cause he isn’t the one everyone will look up to and admire.

So yeahh acceptance is key for you to move on and sometimes you just have to accept that you’re not the good guy.

 -CodY

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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.

Kait Rokowski (via bnmxfld)

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Don't just learn, experience. Don't just read, absorb. Don't just change, transform. Don't just relate, advocate. Don't just promise, prove. Don't just criticize, encourage. Don't just think, ponder. Don't just take, give. Don't just see, feel. Don’t just dream, do. Don't just hear, listen. Don't just talk, act. Don't just tell, show. Don't just exist, live.

— Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

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Quarantine

Date: 20 March 2020

 A pandemic outbreak of COVID-19 has forced many countries if not all to self-quarantine. Now ofcourse you have the individuals that are used to staying in and being alone, but you also have the extroverts that are dying from the inside because they’re not used to the lifestyle. We often forget about the ambiverts though. Having the characteristics of both an introvert and an extrovert makes it that you’d want to go and do something eventually. Especially if you’re a creative trying to set your ideas into reality.

 But in all honesty I’ve felt that we’ve been quarantined for ages now already. It may not be the conventional meaning of the word, but we’ve been socially and psychologically quarantined. How many people on this earth can really say they trust the people around them? This distrust makes you subconsciously self-quarantine yourself from a connection with any other human being. So whether you like the quarantine times or not, get used to it, or rather accept that you should be used to it by now.

 -CodY

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The next of Kin.

I’m trying to understand the world we live in.

Trying to understand the pain I was given, when my mind started living.

After years of suffering I’ve started to give in.

Some may call it a sin, manipulated by the scary face with an evil grin.

I don’t see the path for me to win.

As I am certain, this is our curse and I warn the next of kin.

 -CodY

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The sudden sunshine behind the storm

We all long for the sunshine due to its subconscious connection to our happiness. The way we feel when we’re sun bathing or playing sports and it’s a bright day out is just unexplainable. The heights our happiness reaches when this body of sunshine hits our world is amazing to some but dangerous to others. 

When an individual struggling with the storm we call depression showcases sudden sunshine to their environment, we as the environment have to be wary. This is a sign of self-destruction which in most cases leads to suicide.

   My sun has just begun shining.

  For those that don’t know me well enough yet don’t worry, my closest friends know that I would never commit such an act.

Just a lesser form of self-destruction.

  -CodY

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Excuse me, but I think I forgot my name somewhere in your smile. You see, I’ve spent days rehearsing the words I would say to you but I can’t seem to find any of them in your presence.

Spring makes promises of forever that don’t hold up in autumn. So forgive me if my words come out a little more slowly as we talk; I’m just doing my best to make promises that will last through the winter.

I’m sorry if my hands shake, I’m just scared of dropping things that matter and for some reason I’m not sure if I should be trying to carry your heart. So ask me my secrets and see how I read them to you like a book. Tell me yours and watch how they’re never spoken about like a trap door that leads to treasure. Tell me you love me and I will anchor my loyalty to you but please, do your best not to hurt me.

- And I’d rather you tell me you don’t feel the same way than to act as if you do. Because the truth will come eventually won’t it?

They say life is one long survivors guilt, but I’ve been sentenced to erasing every vowel that doesn’t fit inside of your name. I’m not magic. I can’t fix what has cut you into a sleepless sunset, but I can hold you against me and listen. And though spring is just the death of my heart, it’s not that you’re further away, I just need you closer today.

Every time I find myself, the search begins again, yet you still know how to make it quieter inside my head, and louder inside my chest. I live in what you'll never hear.

I live in what I'll love you with. My dreams have all turned into you. I won’t promise I’m worth it, but I am hopeful.

We’re all just moments in time trying to be infinite

Collaboration between myself (normal font) and @teaspirationss (italics)

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Speak only when you feel that your words are better than your silence.

Unknown (via meineluft)

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Astranged seats

2 souls drifting next to each other in such a close vicinity of one another. Such intimacy but never to meet again. A story of two astranged seats.

-CodY