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My heart will forever ache in joy, no matter how many years pass by.

Childhood, adulthood, in sorrows and blooms, they were there.

They still are, walkers of my mind, at the center of my heart, in a glimpse of my soul, printed on my eyes.

Nostalgia and life, hard as it is, loving at the same time as losing.

Anyone, whenever they are mentioned, can find me right there. At my living room, sitting on the floor, with only 9 summers over my head.

Because I'm still there when I try to find myself, they're the background music of my existence. It won't ever change.

Fifteen years and counting.

I never left.

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Oh, Istanbul!

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thoughts. bleeding through ink.

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It's been a while, like always

And maybe my heart is not at the right place

But my soul is, and so is my writing

Here are some words

The whispers of joy

The joy of a soul.

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star wars lightsaber pink

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Sometimes, I feel I can't fully write. Is just my head getting stuck on the same idea again and again, but the words come come out of my hands. So I just disappear. And now, it is no different. As I'm writing this, tears were falling in my pillow 5 minutes ago. However, I'm trying to turn this unrequited, painful as it is beautiful love to some weird poem. Instead, all that I could come with was this short writing. Pathetic, some might say. Disgusting, I say to myself. But I can't do much. My head is cloudy, my heart is beating, and I'm wondering if I will ever be worthy of every single thing I want in my life. As I'm writing, I'm also realizing how fast ideas come to mind once you start pouring some words out of the hands. Anyways, may yall never suffer like I do. May yall never love like I do. And may yall never keep your thoughts in your head. That's no good place to live.

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Rosario Castellanos, tr. by Magda Bogin, from The Selected Poems of Rosario Castellanos; "Wailing Wall"

[Text ID: “I am the daughter of myself. / I am born of my own dream. My dream sustains me.”]

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Lee Krasner // Franz Kafka

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Simple Ways to Practice Magick Everyday

Say a small prayer or do a short meditation before you get out of bed in the morning.

Write down dreams or visions you had.

Stir your first cup of coffee or tea counterclockwise to banish negativity and bad luck or clockwise to bring positive energy.

Draw daily tarot or oracle cards (you can also use a pendulum) for guidance.

Cleansing yourself and home using sound or smoke.

Ancestor or spirit offerings

Pick out your clothes, shoes, jewelry... ect with intention.

Write a sigil or petition paper and burn it.

Take a ritual shower. You can spice it up with candles, herbs, and crystals, or you can simply step under the water and imagine all the negativity and bad energy washing off you. You can also recite a chant.

Every time you look into the mirror, say an affirmation

Take a walk outside and ground yourself to Mother Earth.

Dance!! Dancing is an excellent way to rise the energy, and it helps with opening the sacral and solar plexus chakra and getting in touch with the inner child.

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Love. Kodachrome.

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Scraps from the back of my head. Kodachrome

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Sylvia Plath

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I've been losing myself to the beat of a lost dance.

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Kodachrome.

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Fairytale. Never existed. Love indeed. Does.

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Failed to see you as someone worthy of love

Incanpable of bringing happiness into the table

Suffocating human being, intense thoughts

Prone to kill everyone around you

Jealous to an unexpected and despicable core

A whim only, funny to think otherwise

If someone could ever love you

Would probably be dead the day later

Can't ever be more than a mere friend

Your name symbolizes those who listen

There's a reason of being, so stick up to it

And don't pretend you could ever reach love

Because you're worthless of emotions

Failed to see you as someone worthy of love

Your problems are absolutely nothing

Compared to those who have a son

And you can expect best friends to betray you

Because no one will ever see your value

You look at the mirror, realizing why they don't

You're disgusting, my voice cracks in my head

They'd cheat and leave you alone in a war caused

By them, who else could? You? What a joke

Not even from the same religion, a waste of time

Cultural resets and you're still waiting for love

There you are, lying on your bed all alone

Writing about how you know, you aren't worth it.