passingloves

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— F. Scott Fitzgerald // via motelwitch

[passingloves]

गुंजते आता डोक्यात फक्त हे नाव तुझे; मन भरून आले हृदय फुटून आले! भक्त झालो तुझ्या नावाचे, हो, तुझ्या नावाचे.

ऐकला तो शब्द पहिल्यांदा नकळत, तेव्हाच तुझा झालो. येई ना झोप आता, एकेका श्वासात ऐकू येतं नावच फक्त तुझं.

पळून गेलं डोकं तुझ्या डोळ्यांकडे. बोलायचं प्रयत्न करितो येतं ओठांवर हे नाव तुझे भक्त झालो तुझ्या नावाचे.

(gunjate ata dokyat fakta he naav tuzhe; man bharun ale hruday futun ale! bhakta zhalo tuzhya naavacha, ho, tuzhya naavacha.

aikla to shabd pahilyanda nakalat, tevhach tuzha zhalo. yei na zhop ata, ekeka shvasat aiku yeta naavach fakta tuzha.

palun gela doka tuzhya dolyann kade. bolaycha prayatna karito yeta othannvar he naav tuzhe, bhakta zhalo tuzhya naavacha.)

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[passingloves]

— Virginia Woolf

[passingloves]

and she's so passionate about everything; after our last visit to the temple till next year she was smiling but she had tears in her eyes for so long and god her eyes big and brown and expressive and perfect looking at her with sunflowers in her hand (she cried tears of joy after we gifted her those) i couldn't stop seeing the sun in her shining so bright i couldn't stop smiling her with her horrible puns and beautiful hands and big smile and fierceness and wavy hair and cute expressions and care and sorrys and thank yous and smartness and and and i would be happy to hug her all day if i could just the 5 minutes i spent in her arms felt like bliss the most at peace I'd been in days and every time i get a message from her i light up its cliche i know but i would follow her anywhere anytime without asking why and i would give her anything she asks for just to see the smile on her face when she cries she cries so deeply and she feels so much and i wanna kill everyone who hurt her and hold her and comfort her and wipe away her tears and love her until she feels better i know she'll never think about me the way i do and i know im supposed to be sad about it but why would i? being around her, knowing her, is all i could ever want. she makes me so happy i forget she's supposed to make sad and im so okay with that. i hope somewhere in her heart she gets this message. i hope she knows someone cares so so deeply

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i find it hard to put into words, though everyone says it helps, so i must try maybe i'm overwhelmed or just burnt out or just in a mood. whatever it is

i need a break break from what? you wouldn't call my life hard. i sit here - housed, clothed, fed. plenty of friends who love me. a sister who must care for me. an education (an interesting one!). a soulmate even.

yet today i have found getting up a herculean task. talking to my friends impossible. missed out on an important exam. someone asked me what's going on- i couldn't reply. how could i when i'm the first one looking for an answer? what's going on? why do i need to do all this? am i being dramatic? am i being reasonable? do they actually care?

i need a break.

tomorrow i have to face the world again. make excuses for why i was absent in body and mind.

tomorrow i put my mask back on.

tomorrow i become, once again, the shoulder to cry on.

tomorrow i forget myself.

tomorrow i stop caring.

[passingloves]

“This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.”

— Lauren Oliver, Requiem (via perfectfeelings)

[passingloves]

— rhythmicrhinoceros

[passingloves]

to you, my friend do a thousand wishes go of friendship, close through life though you've already found some

gone so far away from me yet isn't it funny? how i still find you here in every game every laughing child

to you, my friend do my thoughts go when reminded of good times sword fights of paper and made up stories

isn't it funny how all grown up now, i see you still in my mind a child all the same

to you, my friend do i send my love beyond oceans, across land and hope you let me go yet remember me all the same fill your life with joy finding your own way and remember me all the same ❤️

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(do i really need to rhyme? is it always a poem? is it always a box?)

how do i survive?

how do i survive?

how do i survive?

with all these stab wounds refusing to heal

with no one to stitch me up

with only a story?

look at me

this crack in the wall

the dust in the bar

living a mirage

a dream and a story

never letting life in

how do i survive?

how do i survive?

how do i survive?

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look at me

this crack in the wall

the dust in the bar

living a mirage

a dream and a story

never letting life in

how do i survive?

how do i survive?

how do i survive?

[passingloves]

gave me my first sweet taste of nectar

then took it away

and im still here a year later

though it seems like a day to me

and a decade to you

did you ever really feel it?

was any of it real?

was i even your friend?

was i just something to play with?

why didn't you try?

am i that easy to forget?

[passingloves]

broke my heart once

when we stopped talking

and still over and over again

when i think of you

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i wash my hair

and tell myself not to think of you

i stand in the sun

and think of the poems i'll write about you