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The unsolicited advice on weight loss. The constant asking about my hair. The telling me I was pretty when I had it tied. The questioning of my clothes. I mistook all the signs for care. I mistook it all for love. You kept telling me to not be so loud, like anything about me was ever silent. The truth was, you never liked me. I was overweight, and I only wore black. From where you were standing, I must have looked like a punching bag

-Yakari Gabriel

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Y ella se presento, con ese pelo suelto. Me dijo: ‘mira, aqui lo que hay es mujer, poder, pasion y poesia’. Y yo solo me preguntaba porque nadie le habia dicho que esas cuatro palabras significan la misma cosa.

Yakari Gabriel

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If I were to be more honest, and way less poetic I’d admit That you often look like you’re elsewhere You make me question myself too much You also have extremely bad posture for someone that beautiful But my god, I adore you I’d follow you blindfolded, Even if it's straight to hell

Danger Yakari Gabriel November 25, 2016 Utrecht

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“and who doesn’t love happy? happy is so easy to love, even easier to accept. but who loves you when happy leaves? who loves you when sad arrives, when it gets comfortable and makes a home inside? who loves you when your breath smells like fear when your heart is as tangled as your hair when your soul is full of questions? the person who does, its who it comes down to.”

— Yakari Gabriel (via yakarigabrielwrites)

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channeling my inner kieraplease

hair/make up inspired by her.. so much fun

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“Just understand that it has nothing to do with you, that there is no way to love a woman that is blinded by self hatred no embrace long enough to melt the cold within her soul no meal you can cook to satiate her hunger, when its anxiety that makes her eat her own fingernails there is no detail beautiful enough, for a woman who decided that beauty wasn’t meant for her no roses no songs- there is no right way to love a woman who has decided love is not for her safe your time, stop calling.. the woman you want is abandoned building”

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soullless body

Yakari Gabriel

(via yakarigabrielwrites)

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La unica diferente entre una puta y una poeta son las letras. La poesia es arte y el sexo tambien

-Yakari Gabriel

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I made it to the end of the tunnel, and there was nothing There was just me and a recurring dream of losing my voice There was just me struggling with a foreign language at five There was me at 31 struggling with the same thing again I made it to the end of the tunnel  And there was nothing There was no light There was just me and the heartbreak a girl caused at 18 Me and the woman I loved at 24 Me at the woman I married at 30 Me and the weight of my mother’s anxiety Me and my own anxiety Me and never being able to get it right Me and the thought of my father’s face Me and the remembrance of all my cousins’ names Me and the memory of my dog that died I made it to the end of the tunnel But there was nothing There was no light There was no wind There was just me and the face of both Stephanie’s There was a classroom and laughter There was the ache of never wanting to live the same thing twice There was the guilt I feel for always being bored There was my heart visibly shrunken and beaten by time There was me and my compassion fatigue  Me and my excuses Me and my gut wrenching and never ending emotional distress I made it to the end of the tunnel But there was nothing There was no light There was no wind There were no stars Just me and my knowledge of the planets Just me and the small breather life gave me at 26, 27 and 28 Just me and the Pisces period that arrived at 29 I made to the end of the tunnel But there was nothing There was no light There was no wind There were no stars There was no purpose Just me and a voice inside of me Telling me that I was the one with the compass

Yakari Gabriel, Berlin 2025

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y yo quiero aprender a sentir de nuevo,

quiero que este frio me deje

quiero que algo me toce,

que me toce asi como un immigrante

se toca el pecho cuando escucha su himno

quiero que se me erice la piel

que mis lagrimas vuelvan

a encontrar mis ojos

que algo o alguien me conceda este antojo

- Yakari Gabriel

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The girl in the room next to mine, cries often. Its horrible, I can hear her fighting to breathe through her tears. she stops for a while then starts again. You would think they are torturing her. I don't wonder why anymore, I don't feel anything but discomfort. just wishing she would stop for once. I am no longer the girl that wants to save people I've learned to not take on anyone else's battles. On a good day, I am waiting to get back to my pre adolescent self. waiting to go back to being 8, when it was all laughter. when I wasn't bitter and resentful towards anyone or anything. back to trusting, just trusting. back to when people were still just people, and not things with the potential to cause harm to me. there is a lot of freedom in being grown, in not having to say where you are going or with who or what time you plan to come back home. But there is also a sad realization that breaks you in pieces. there is also a lot that gets lost when you start reasoning. growing up is not the worst tragedy, losing your innocence is.

Yakari Gabriel 21/3/2017

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Saturn is opposing my moon (or, life is forcing me to remember every feeling I thought I forgot) I was another version of myself once I remember her vividly, I didn't like her I didn't think she was deserving of being here either One time, she thought it would be a good manifestation method to write her dreams on plants and water them. An ex-lover got annoyed at the fact and suggested the words faced the wall instead so they wouldn't have to see them in anguish, she ripped the papers from the pots of plants and never thought of it again And there are a thousand other examples of times, where it seemed like her mouth had left her body where the hurt cut so deep, she was left too stunned to speak Wise sages say they are a million versions of us walking around the ones that chose what our current version did not and followed the path That her I used to be, I hope she's found herself dug into the dirt and borrowed some guts from earth hope she learned to break flower pots on people's heads hope she learned that sometimes, you just gotta tell people to go fuck themselves.

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y yo quiero aprender a sentir de nuevo,

quiero que este frio me deje

quiero que algo me toce,

que me toce asi como un immigrante

se toca el pecho cuando escucha su himno

quiero que se me erice la piel

que mis lagrimas vuelvan

a encontrar mis ojos

que algo o alguien me conceda este antojo

- Yakari Gabriel

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“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.”

— George Carlin