Glorious BoHo bedroom idea- love this so much.
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Mimi 🌻 tree of life Byron
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Such a perfect reading room.
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**Grunge Fashion Aesthetic**
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“when your first love happens to be an epic failure, you spend the rest of your life looking for something that, in fact, never existed. looking for something that was not quite to be called ‘love’. you’re lost in time and space, forever longing to find the same feeling you once felt back then, looking for love but never encountering it because we never actually met.”
— love that was lost at first sight.
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the poems nobody likes
are my favorites,
they’re a burger
at a seafood joint,
they’re the indie
flick you can’t
get behind –
too little action
and too many
no-name actors,
they’re the jazz music
in a bookstore –
just too
unremarkable…
and these are my
favorites because
they don’t blow you
away
like a seagull behind
a jet engine,
like a pencil in a
tornado,
no,
they hit you with
something closer
to what a ceiling
fan’s got,
they hit you with
a seabreeze,
and it’s not enough
to knock you on your
ass,
but it’s enough,
just like the days
of the year,
just like the commute
on the train,
just like what you’ve
got right now.
it’s enough.
and more than
anything, you’ve got
to appreciate
the stuff that doesn’t
knock you down,
because that’s life,
it’s what you’re working
with –
the cool gust and
background static,
the ratatatat of
rain on the roof,
it’s your kid’s smile,
your dad’s laugh,
it’s the breakfast
she made you,
phonecalls with
your brothers –
the regular shit,
the take-for-granted
extras you never
thought were there –
the feet that carry
you through the
sand,
hands that hold
and arms that wrap
and that run where
you left your own
ass in the dust…
that’s the best
shit in the world.
that’s the best shit
you’ll ever have.
don’t think too far
or you’ll miss it.
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and her tears are invisible it seems
forever fuelling her silent screams
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Numb
Slowly I have noticed that
My days are spilling into one.
Colours began fading out
And now my sense of taste is gone.
Painted circles on my eyes,
From endless hours of restless sleep,
I wear them like a war paint
With my battle cries of sullen weeps.
Now it doesn’t hurt as much
As it has done for many years.
Creeping numbness took ahold
Now even death knows not my fears.
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“sometimes I wish I was a flower because everyone wants to be surrounded by beauty and flowers are always loved first before they are left to wilt”
— I am never given that chance by Abby S
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