orchidsinthespr1ng

[orchidsinthespr1ng]

ladies, i'm going out so hide your boyfriends. i don't wanna see any of them tonight thank you

[orchidsinthespr1ng]

I actually passed away quite a few years ago, but I'm a very private person and never told anybody.

[orchidsinthespr1ng]

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

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basic human empathy has got to make a comeback divas

[orchidsinthespr1ng]

i can feel that your weird girl aesthetic doesn't come from the heart & out of pure intention; it's performative:(

[orchidsinthespr1ng]

i was such a weird lonely little girl and maybe i grew to be a weird lonely woman but idc i built this life for myself and maybe it doesn’t always make sense to others and maybe isn’t always easy or beautiful but it is mine and i cherish it

[orchidsinthespr1ng]

when i have a crush i dont kick my feet or twirl my hair instead i am in my kitchen at 3am pacing in circles with my hands clasped behind my back like a middle-aged divorced detective haunted by a cold case he just cant crack

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bukowski talks about panties on the floor

without the ability to credit them to a womans name

since when was sincere romance

and objectification considered one and the same

[orchidsinthespr1ng]

and for my next trick i will idolize something mortal & act surprised when it decays !

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[orchidsinthespr1ng]

when someone compliments my sense of articulation and it immediately evokes the immense shame i carry of not being able to slit myself open in my mother language.

for what i bare with ease in this adopted tongue, i cannot in the one that nursed my first breath.

there, my truth stays locked, unspilled, untranslated, unseen, unfelt.

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