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ok but can you imagine being a CoN woman trapped in a loveless/abusive marriage and seeing that your high lord has a whole secret city with a library for victims like you and you just don’t have access to it…it would be the start of my villain arc idc 😭

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an angel lost its wings when SJM made Nesta a repressed hypersexualized woman instead of letting her remain proud and modest

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i'm SO laid back, i only care about like 3 things in the world:

my favorite fictional characters and music

every person on this earth and their opinion of me

the crushing psychological weight of being alive

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i can see: low ceiling, neon lights, about 80 people. 2 older girls carrying a passed out girl. a puddle of spilled, suspicious looking drink

i can touch: my hair (it was pretty when i left the house, now it looks frizzy), the wall (though common sense tells me not to), my phone, texting my brother to see if he can pick me up (did you even try to enjoy it this time, he'll probably ask me. i did). my arms, it's a bit cold in here

i can hear: loud music (i only know the chorus, everyone seems to love it though), a random guy making out with a girl i've seen at class. people being peer-pressured into chugging the party's weirdly colored signature drink

i can smell: sweat and smoke (i thought you couldn't vape here)

i can taste: vodka, though i don't really like the taste

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the weight of the world feels a bit like a mother's hand upon a daughter's shoulder

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i think lyric writing, at least for me, is much more challenging, and succinctness i do not naturally own. in that sense, prose comes more easily to me, most of the things i write are honestly just "thought-spitting"mildly organized in a half-reasonable way. i do wonder if poets and song writers are just wired differently, or if they are truly more hard working than i'll ever be (or just absolute geniuses). either way, my dreams of melodic verses and well chosen words-and-chords combinations are past me, or at least i like to think so. i was born for these unmeasured lines, these common words as structured punctuation. without the alicerce of commas, dots, semicolons and parenthesis, i think all my words might fall to the ground, as unintelligible to a stranger's eye as when they exist only in my head

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my back could carry all the crosses in the world but mine, just not mine

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i think i live in constant grief for all the lives i'll never live

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it's curious how i don't know how to say who i am. i mean, i know who i am, but i can't say it. even better, i'm afraid of saying it, because in the moment i try to speak not only i don't express exactly what i feel but also what i say metamorphoses slowly into what i feel. or, at least, i act mostly by what i say and not what i feel

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seventeen's a weird age. i feel like the part of my life which should have been the best ended today, and the one that could be even better just started. (if only i knew what to do to make it so). the idea of spending the rest of my life in this suffocating edge of happiness is absolutely agonizing.

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is it bad that i can't stand half of the people i love?

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we paint the most monstrous portraits within our thoughts, in a cathartic stream

but none of those will ever be seen

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i love all your faults, not because they're endearing or because they don't matter but because they're yours

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i want to write my future in your caligraphy, to see you in every loop of fate i wander upon

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passion isn't a choice, but love is. everyday you can wake up and choose love. to love is a conscious act.