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nakedpeachh · 2 months
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A Parting Gift
I'll rip out my throat and pull on my lungs
Strip out my organs one by one
Lay them down on top of your grave
My last breath is yours to keep safe
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nakedpeachh · 2 months
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“What cannot be said will be wept.”
— Unknown
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nakedpeachh · 2 months
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“One day, I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
— Jack Kerouac
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nakedpeachh · 2 months
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love elizabeth s.
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nakedpeachh · 3 months
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crazy how trauma makes you push people away when all you want is love
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nakedpeachh · 10 months
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nakedpeachh · 10 months
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Eyes that even closed see you...
Ears that hear your voice even in the silence...
Skin that feels your touch through the distance...
e.v.e.
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nakedpeachh · 10 months
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“Stop beating yourself up. You are a work in progress - which means you get there a little at a time, not all at once.”
— Unknown
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nakedpeachh · 10 months
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“You intoxicated me. It was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
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nakedpeachh · 10 months
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you did what you did, i felt how i felt, and it is what it is
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nakedpeachh · 11 months
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the real flex is healing yourself without becoming like those who traumatized you
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nakedpeachh · 11 months
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Miranda July, The First Bad Man
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nakedpeachh · 11 months
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I don’t want a perfect relationship, just someone that tries as hard as I do.
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nakedpeachh · 11 months
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“My lovely November, Have you seen my heart, somewhere in your castle of yellow leaves?”
— A Waltz for Zizi, from “Letter to November,” written c. May 2013
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nakedpeachh · 11 months
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To remember it so clearly, so painfully tonight tells me that I have never for an instant truly forgotten it.
James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room
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nakedpeachh · 11 months
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-Heidi Priebe, As Long As There Is Love, There Will Be Grief
[TEXT ID: The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved. As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the whiff of cologne we get two years after they've been gone. Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, "LOVE WAS HERE". In the finer print, quietly, "LOVE STILL IS". END ID]
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nakedpeachh · 11 months
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I am aware that the weather is cooling down, but deodorant is a year-round necessity.
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