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Something about Oranges and love 🍊

— I peel an orange, and I give you half. In the time it took to separate it, I fell in love with you again.

Excerpt Sources:

Golden Girl by Frank Ocean • Oranges on a plate • The Orange by Wendy Cope • Tumblr post • Oranges by Jean Little • Clementines • I love you • Tumblr Post • The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines by Alessia Di Cesare

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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

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It's my 6 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.

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How I own you

When I can no longer speak I write you down And just like that, you became a set of words You no longer resemble a human

I chopped you into letters So you will fit into my world You became a silhouette You are not made of skin and flesh anymore

You became phrases and metaphors You are a written emotion And nowhere in your being have veins- But words, only words

Because I write you down And just like that You no longer resemble a human You became my poem

-Karylle Heart<3

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She who writes

She loves to see how her pen

marks gentle kisses on a white sheet

how sweet it felt, 

how beautiful it look

How astonishing to watch the ink

 stain her fingers

as if anointing her

as his queen of words

And it fills her to the rim-

with pride

Karylle Heart

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Existence

Before I sleep at night,

I sometimes drown myself into the wonders of life 

on how me, breathing and laying above my bed

was a wonder itself

Where was I before I was born?

Was I someone? Was I something

or was I nothing.

Where was I? was I in the mountains,

in the sea, in the city

in the space, in the stars

or in the abyss of nothingness

Where was I before existence.

-Karylle Heart

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Have you ever loved

Have you ever loved? he asked.

Yes. I replied

How did you know that you did?

he asked again. This time his eyes are fixed into me

As if I am  a rare object he didn’t want to lose

I smile, looked back to his eyes and said

“It’s pretty simple to know actually-

I write poems, and every time I do

I think of love and on how familiar it sounds

like a deja vu, I know how it feels

 I just don’t know where

I first felt it, 

I just know I did

-Karylle Heart

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"Your words" he said, "they're lovely"

I didn't say anything

I just look at him and smiled

But I wish he knew,

If only he knew

He's the every word I bleed.

-"My words"

-karylleheart

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"Both"

She's a song,

Well, sometimes ..

Sometimes she is

And sometimes not

For there are times,

When she'll lost her melody

And that's when you call her

Poetry

-karylleheart

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Fairytales

I have always loved the idea of love

 of moonlight and breezy shores

of sea waves on my bare feet

And a thousand stars above or more

in loved with the idea of having someone 

who could make you forget

That you are capable of writing sad poems

and made-up wordy tales

In love with idea of sweet caresses

longing stares, butterflies and slow mos

A love like those of sweet scenes on your favorite film

or of those book romances you’ve read over and over again

And yet, daydreams ain’t gonna take you anywhere

For being in love with a mere idea

is synonymous to dreaming 

over fictions and words

It is like a love for a book character

For no matter how much you dream about him

he simply don’t

 and never did existed.

-karylleheart❤️

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The Art of Loneliness by Rachel Nguyen

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never enough books. . .♡

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scared of not being loved is cool and all but read enough books and suddenly the prospect of your high standards not allowing you to look at anything below becomes a genuine concern

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Jude: I wonder if Cardans happy in elfhame now not that i care or anything. human world is great..... absolutly great- i hate Cardan

Cardan: *Literally having multiple breakdowns a day thinking abiut Jude*-In my most wretched hours i believe you will never come back

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Thinking about the trauma poor Oak went through, I'm so excited to get a story from his POV.

The kid has 3 sisters, none of which are related to him. He's not related to his parents either. His biological mom was murdered by his biological dad—who was in turn murdered by his dad.

Then his half-brother was murdered by his non-murderous sister, leaving his murderous sister's HUSBAND as his closest living relative

I hope he got a therapist during his years in the Mortal realm