#excerpt from a book i’ll never write

[yakultstan]

our salted tears remind us the human condition is rooted in the oceans, the lakes and the soil

[lost-in-time-marie]

I’m a broken doll and I don’t work quite right. I’m missing so many pieces now. Somebody tore out a button eye here, and another buzzed off all my hair. I am covered in dirt and snot and god only knows what other unholy substances. But I am not well loved. I am well worn. I’ve been played with too many times, not kindly, not sweetly. I was not a little girl’s favorite doll tucked into her side each night. I’ve been trampled in the school yard, left out in the rain, abused, bloodied and bruised. And I’m all alone in this pitch black room laughing like a maniac, because it is so so funny how I always forget. The depth of your love is the depth of your wound.

~K.

[inkndecho]

‘Everyday is a new opportunity to grow, learn, and be the best version of yourself. Embrace it with a positive mindset and an open heart.’

-Each day is a blank canvas — embrace the journey, open your heart, and let positivity guide the way. 🌿✨

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[voraciousscreamingsiren6]

something holy about power lines. i’m sure of this. something cosmic and transformative. some power lives inside of these, and not the power that’s harnessed by duke energy.

[thewhitehousewiththepond]

And even if it didn't last long, you brought some light to my dark world and put my mind at ease even for a split second.. but the aftermath of you is what lingers and lingers leaving my mind more of a mess than the start.

It's the feeling of not being good enough that fills me once again.

[wannawriteyouabook]

You called me loyal and all I could think was "I am not a dog."

I'm not a dog

I'm not a dog

I'm not a dog

I am not a dog

I am not a dog

But then, why do I keep coming back to you like I am

[gracefullyinkful]

I used to be so passionate. Words used to come so easily. And in the grief…the despair…words have failed me. Somewhere within myself I am screaming, begging, clawing at the walls to get out and yet, here I am…a faux version of myself. Someone I don’t recognize. Thinking that if I can manifest a difference by thinking about it hard enough, things will change. Sitting on my couch, waiting for someone to take my hand and show me the way out. But when people show up, they’re wide eyed and starved; desperate for relief themselves.

- c-ptsd series: I don’t think anyone else knows the way either

[yakultstan]

You made me a poet

the universe daringly united us together only to tear us down harshly, apart forever greater intent was placed upon us you'll live in me eternally for you made me a poet

[lost-in-time-marie]

“He’s so freaking cute and I love him so much!”, I exclaim to no one in particular when we get off the phone. I always wait for you to hit end, somehow I’m unable to touch that angry red button. The words rush out, permission be damned, because someone has to hear them, even if it’s just the still air and TigerLilly. Because I can’t hold it in anymore. I find myself thinking a lot, that I’ve never loved anyone like this. The more I consider it, the truer it becomes.

I’ve been young and in love. I’ve been in love for the first time, absolutely captivated by the other person, so giddy and happy just to be together. You start to understand the meaning of happily ever after in the fairy tales. But there’s a reason you only hear about that love in the stories, that love isn’t real. I mean it is, in the moment, for a moment. But soon time starts moving again, the world resumes its spinning, the future is suddenly very real and very now, and young love doesn’t last long left out on the shelf.

I’ve been madly in love, crazy in love. Making irrational decisions, bad choices piling up, justifications dwindling. The kind where you lose sight of yourself in it, a stranger staring at you in the mirror, sucked under the surface and thrashed around until you don’t know which way is out anymore. More akin to drowning than falling. More akin to a slow poisoning than struck by an arrow.

But this is the first time I have been secure and in love, sure and in love, steady in love. This is the first time my feet stay balanced beneath me on sturdy ground. The path is not perfect, it’s uneven, just like our hike to the overlook, I slide down the rocks the minute you turn away and skin my knee. But there’s always us. The understanding between us, the excitement to see each other again, all the plans for the future built up between us like scaffolding, tying us together. For the first time, I imagine all the ways our lives can entangle and ensnare with such pleasure.

~K.

[inkndecho]

'Positive thoughts attract positive results in everything you do.'

- Positive thoughts grow positive results. 🪴✨

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[issapia]

Then There Was You

Months ago I was convinced that I no longer wanted any form of romantic relationship with anyone ever again.

Then there was you.

You came into my life the way the sunrise comes over the horizon. Slowly, lighting all the dark corners. Before I realized it my world was lit up, I saw blue skies for the first time in what felt like an eternity. I was able to find silver linings in all the awfulness of day to day life.

I so easily believe every word that escapes your lips and I don’t feel scared. I don’t have to worry that one day you will just be gone.

I feel held by you.

I feel seen by you.

I feel heard by you.

I didn’t believe I’d ever feel those emotions again.

You feel like the first warm morning after a cold winter.

You feel like the relief of my second parachute when the first one had failed me.

You feel like the safety of watching a tidal wave from high ground.

You came and you stayed…

You’re slowly fixing something you didn’t destroy and for that I will be forever grateful.

- I love you, please always stay

[voraciousscreamingsiren6]

so many people use up their energy trying to convince themselves out of being scared. Don’t do that. Do it scared. Do things scared. Use the energy to actually do the thing instead of using it all up battling yourself in your head trying to out-intellectualize yourself. You don’t need to not be scared in order to do something. Just go do it.

[awhisperamongechoes]

Somedays I am haunted by the thought that if we had know each other for longer than we had, I would have fallen so helplessly in love with you.

[jkjkidontloveme]

I remember that night

I remember that night when it all became clear, when you looked at me, and the world felt near.

We talked about life till the sun lit the sky, it was simple, it was us, just you and I.

You were my safe place, my love and my truest friend, but somewhere we shifted, and the line began to bend.

Now it feels like I’m fading away, just a shadow you pass by every day.

I see your eyes searching for something more, and it hurts to think I’m not what you’re looking for.

But still, I stay, I can’t let this go, even if you’ve already left me in the undertow.

I try to stay strong, act like I’m fine, but the truth is we’ve crossed a fragile line.

Still, I hold on to what little remains, because my love for you outgrows the pain.

Maybe you don’t see me

Maybe you don’t see me the way you once did, maybe our time has slipped, quietly hid.

But I wait for you, even when it aches, chasing shadows that always escape.

I want to ask, to know where we stand, but my voice stays silent, my heart in my hand.

Because if you tell me it’s over, you’re already gone, I don’t know how I’d find the strength to move on.

I see your gaze, but it doesn’t meet mine, still, I’m here hoping for some kind of sign.

I want you to turn, to see me again, the way you did back when it all began.

But if I’m standing here on my own, I’ll learn to let go, even if I’m alone.

Yet for now, I hold on, afraid to let be, because I still love you, even if you want to be free.

I see how you look at her

You say she’s nothing, just part of your past, but I see your eyes linger, and I know this won’t last.

It’s the way you glance when she’s walking by, the flicker of a smile you don’t even try to hide.

You promise me that it’s me you adore, but why does it feel like I’m fighting a war?

I can see how you pause, how you turn your head, how her presence lingers in the words you’ve left unsaid.

It’s in the small moments, the things you don’t say, the way you look at her, then quickly look away.

You think I don’t notice, but I know what you do, and it’s breaking my heart because I’m still in love with you.

I try to believe, to hold onto this, but your love feels like something I’m starting to miss.

If she means something, just let me know, don’t keep me here, pretending this is love.

So make your choice, look at me again, because I’m the one here, I’m the one who’s stayed.

But if you go to her, I’ll walk away,

even if I shatter along the way.

[wannawriteyouabook]

Maybe you weren’t a terrible person or a monster. Maybe you were just seventeen, and sixteen and fifteen, and fourteen. But I was young too once. And I did everything to keep you with me. Maybe you were just young, but so was I. I spent all my girlhood sitting next to you, forgiving your cruelty in the name of an unspoken what if… and it never happened.

[yakultstan]

I fear coming face to face with someone I once built a home in my house was burned down