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I like it better Alone In my mind It’s quiet Without you But my ears are still ringing The echo is still audible Reverberating beyond my Reality I sense you But it’s feint I’m so focused on its Tune, I’m becoming blind I think you may have left me where I like it better, Here In my mind

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If you see beauty in something, don’t wait for others to agree.

Sherihan Gamal (via wordsnquotes)

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Such an artistic game

Bound (2016) | E3 Trailer

Release date: August 16, 2016

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Hold the heart ❤️

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Do not be deceived I wanted this all along The harshest freedom

Haiku for her #12

There is no gentle good night when you are not by my side/ on my mind.

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Dear parents

Please do not be your child's first encounter with their sexuality. Taboo? Think again. The moment you discourage a sexual thought or shame them for being a sexual creature- you are a sexual attacker. You are telling them to go against their nature and they will forever be reminded of you within their sexuality, next to the first person that shows them sex is okay. Wouldn't you rather that they think of THEMSELVES rather than that first sexual partner or you? Taboo indeed.

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❤️

Hi, I'm back! 👋🏻

Oh ok hello, im barely on myself lol

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I came across a piece of paper with your signature, some memories look better written out rather than felt everyday. You’re the block I’ve been writing over, you’re the heart I’ve been holding onto. I came across a piece of paper with your favorite words, you used to say that love means we’ll always be together. You’re something I’ve been waking up to, going back to sleep means I’ll hold you for just a little longer. I came across a piece of paper with your favorite scenery, maybe I drew something I’ve forgotten. I draw flowers where people should be, people may break you, but flowers only grow where people should. I came across a piece of you inside of my spine and I’ve been feeling your thoughts all over mine. My crumbled heart will read what you meant to me, my crumbled heart will be just fine.

Ripped journals (via poetryleftbyher)

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Two years ago today

I fell in love for the first time You found me I know the exact moment Strangers to the manipulation of the air vibrating the cords in our necks Ears silent upon hearts Deaf to sight I was beckoned Deep within your mind Your eyes yet to touch I felt within me every life Awaken and blinking into reality I was high Too high I'm sorry So careless with your heart Ours We'd combined them And poured them into our bellies Consumed all too quickly Our love was poisonous Addicting Perfectly terrifying But the hangover has made me stronger somehow I know now how to carry the heart Rather than eat it

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X

Write me into your favorite story - I want to die beside words you love & show me your favorite sights - I want to kiss pieces of your heart into the definition of beauty; you never understood how someone could be made of only broken things until you love someone made of pieces of who they want to be, we may have fallen out of love, but love never fell out of us, so tonight darling, I need you

closer than skin

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I'm in denial The things that I do don't affect people Well they do Just not favorably And when this happens I deny it again Even after They've left They couldn't have possibly left They couldn't possibly not still Feel

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People stopped seeing the light in me Said they liked the way the darkness looked on me So I decided to wear it

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“You don’t talk to me anymore.” She tries to say that I’ve been lying about everything– I’ve promised to keep promises as something worth being honest about, but I can barely breathe when it comes to me, so I guess my apology would just mean nothing. So I chose to say nothing. I read a famous quote that says, sometimes no message is a message. I’ve been telling myself that there’s no other way, but in truth, you can’t fix something that was already too broken from the start. So I tell myself something flawed. So I tell myself another lie. So I tell myself not to cry. So I tell myself something you wanted to hear. So I tell myself something you won’t hear. So I write myself into every line because damn it, we were too far gone. We weren’t going to make it. We never were, I see that now. So I tell myself that I’m sorry for who you thought I was, I’m sorry for who you thought I could be, and I’m sorry for how I should’ve been from the start. I tell myself into misery. Some stories don’t end with just another goodbye, some stories end in silence. “I saw this coming before you did.” So I tell myself another lie to live with.

So to speak (via poetryleftbyher)

I wish you felt this way, X, as I do. I also have hope for relief one day. I will place myself where belong.

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Hey. Are you doing well? It’s 5 AM, I know it’s late, but I was just wondering if you’ve been okay. You’re probably okay, I’d like to think after all that I’ve put you through, some parts of you have learned to be titanium. I wasn’t going to look you up, but I did anyway– we don’t talk anymore and that’s not okay, but it’s also okay at the same time. Do you ever feel that way? I’m not sure if you read anymore, knowing you, you probably read everyday. That’s good. Really, really good. I know I never told you this enough, but I’ve always been proud of you. How’s the new job? Do you love it? Do you hate it? I hope you love it. I hope you wake up and never have to drink coffee, but knowing you, you’re probably downing every cup, you’re the only morning person I know that needs coffee. It’s strange how the world works, I was never scared to call or text, now? I can’t even pull myself together to ask, I can’t even press send, a simple question– How have you been? I know we’re strangers and things we’ve come to touch have learned how to become dust, we learned to read where there were no words, some would say, we learned to love where hearts were scared– I was always scared to love you, I still am scared to love you. I used to be a terrible writer, in many ways, I still am. I’ve gotten slightly better, do you remember when I used to spell mine as mines? That’s something funny, that’s my learning curve. I don’t know if you’re happy, I don’t know if you’re upset, I don’t know your moods, I don’t know a thing about you anymore��� To be honest? I can barely remember your face. That scares me. We’re changing every day. How are you and the new guy? I like him. He makes you happy and that makes me happy. Maybe one day, you’ll tell me about the wonderful details to your maybe happy life. I’m sorry if you’re reading this through tumblr and not as something I’ve sent to you. I’m a coward. I don’t have the heart to send this to you. Hell, after this, I’ll probably drown it with more poetry posts so you might not read this. I don’t know, I guess too long didn’t read– I missed you and I just wanted to see if you were okay.

A text that I deleted (via poetryleftbyher)

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I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough.

Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice (via thelovejournals)

I belong to no one. I never will.