ozwolfira
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my handwriting looks like the kind a ghost leaves behind on the back of a faded love letter. smudged with perfume, blood, maybe snot, maybe wine. the kind you find curled up inside a dead girl’s vanity drawer. still sealed. still waiting.
what is the purpose of this life if not to rot meaningfully?
to feel everything at once and then forget it fast enough to survive another monday? to fall in love so hard we break our own ribs trying to climb inside their soul? so many love stories die in the throat. no climax. no sex. no blood. just shyness and timing and missed calls. just the slow decay of might-have-beens. the silent type of heartbreak, the kind with no funeral. nobody cries for what never began.
if i could learn the ways of my lover’s heart, i’d know what god sounded like before language. i’d peel back the ribs and study the beats like scripture. i’d live inside the thump of his blood. count the regrets stored in the ventricles. see who he mourned. see who he never told.
the big answers are hiding in mundane places. under the kitchen light. in the dog hair on your sweater. in the sticky note with your name spelled wrong. the real holy things aren’t golden, they’re chipped, overheard, pathetic. they whisper through windows and wilted flowers and the ache behind your eyes.
some days, i want to be nothing but a hand, touching, trembling and held. some days, i want to be the wind on a sunny afternoon. a private joke between god and the earth. some days, i want to pull every unspoken thing out of the ground and eat it raw. so it can rot inside me instead. so it doesn’t die unseen.
i love like a fever. i wait like a grave. and i write like someone who won’t be read until it’s too late. #original prose
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When a friend asks you how you can manage with only 4 hours of sleep every day,
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Victor Frankenstein syndrome aka you spent nights over nights crying and bleeding over this work and now that it's finally done you're just like "nvm. it's trash" and go to bed
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I love an orgasm that resets my entire mental capacity
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