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#excerpts of a book i'll never write
wasp-guts · 1 year
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keep your friends close and your enemies closer
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xxstayawhile · 1 year
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I wish nothing but the best for you
But in the end I just really miss you.
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bellautora · 9 months
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não é que eu pense em você toda hora.
mas talvez eu esteja pensando demais esses tempos
não é que eu pense em você toda hora.
é que dois filmes que eu vi no final de semana me lembraram do que eu costumava achar que poderia acontecer entre nós.
não é que eu pense em você toda hora.
eu só tenho duas cenas de livro pensadas sobre aquela outra noite. poderiam ser mais, tá vendo? evolução.
não é que eu pense em você toda hora.
mas é tão legal imaginar que em algum mundo pode ter dado certo. tão mais fácil do que me arriscar nesse daqui.
não é que eu pense em você toda hora.
eu nem posso. nem me permito.
porque se eu pensar em você toda hora, eu paro de pensar em mim.
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vodkatales · 2 years
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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
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“I believed you even when I knew you were lying.”
- S. C. C.
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threewordusername · 5 months
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i never wanted you to leave.
six-word poem.
d.b.a
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visd3stele · 2 years
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"He killed someone." but that is just a setting. the scenery in which the true focus leaped and shined. he killed someone, yes, but what he did is of little importance. why, though? his thoughts are what matters.
he looks at the bloodied knife. he hears the drops fall from its tip on the rhythm of his own heartbeat. then a thread of blood runs down his bare arm. right next to his blue veins. blue and red. life and death. he screams.
"I killed someone." is not an idea anymore, a passing thought. it's a reality.
life and death are things – concepts – we grow up with, but never fully understand. we may live life, but we don't know it. we may be slapped by the finalty of death when dear ones pass away, but we do not know it. now, he does. he sees it. them. life and dead. side by side before his eyes. the spilled blood and the one still warm in his inside. the rhythmic thud and thea beat of his heart.
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ninasdrafts · 2 months
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charmingwinds · 4 months
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I read somewhere that the act of peeling oranges for someone is considered love. I found it stupid.
Then one day, I was home after a tiring day and there were oranges sitting on the counter. I knew they had to be eaten that day, a day later, they’d be rotten.
I was just too tired.
I completed my chores, and the oranges were still there, colourful and nudging, hoping I’d pick them up.
I walked past, and found my bed. My head comfortably rested on the pillows.
Those damn oranges.
I got up, sat on the counter and peeled them grudgingly. As I ate in silence, I understood what they meant. It was love alright, not peeling oranges but being taken care of.
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“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”
-m.n.
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xxstayawhile · 2 years
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I don’t miss you when I’m lonely.
I miss you when something exciting happens and the only person I wanna share that with is you.
I miss you when I’m happy cause I know you’d enjoy the moment with me.
I miss you when I find a new song I can’t get unstuck from cause I know you’d like it too.
I miss you when the sunrises and sets cause it reminds me of the unsettling beauty that this universe has to give.
I don’t miss you when I’m lonely.
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vomitingwords · 1 month
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"I don't want to think about it now," one of my closest friends once told me. "I'll think about what I can do once I'm already in that situation," she even added.
Before we got into this conversation, I was ranting about my life. And why are things not happening the way I want them to? As if the universe is against what I want. These past few months have quite stressed me out, and I don't have anyone to tell these things to. Because, honestly, I never wanted to bother anyone. I am just a typical person who keeps things to herself. Especially if it's too personal for me to share.
Earlier, while I was traveling to work, this conversation struck me once again. And I just remembered that I also said that before to someone I know. I used to think that way. I used to tell other people the same phrase every time they asked me what I would do if I were in a certain situation. And you see, I used to not overthink too much. Yes, I am an overthinker, but not to the point that I am experiencing now. I just thought that my overthinking got the best of me. I'm on the verge of quitting everything that I'm passionate about. In short, I was so close to giving up and stopping everything that makes my heart feel alive. I haven't felt so genuine in a while, as if everything I wrote was nothing but mere words that have no meaning at all. Something I don't really feel like writing about. I stopped having a long conversation with anyone. I stopped listening to what they really had to say. And just think, think, and think until it's time for me to go to sleep.
But then I remembered who I was before. I remembered that girl who doesn't easily give up on things just because she's stressed out. I remembered that girl who loved to lift people up with her words. I remembered someone who would not let anyone stop her from achieving what she wanted. I remembered who I was. I remembered myself saying, "Let's see what I will do if I'm in that situation." Even if I am not sure what I can exactly do when that moment comes, even if I'm not sure if I'm still alive to witness that, I remembered how hopeful I was. And I remembered how much faith I have that things will always work out. And even if they don't, it just means that it wasn't meant for me at all.
I just want to tell you that sometimes you have to remind yourself of the old you—the you who have lived and survived in the past—just to get you where you are right now. And remember that if you don't like where you are right now, you still have a chance to do something that might change where you're going. It might be a tough road to walk on. But the most important thing is that you've done something. You've never abandoned yourself and just given up on what you really want to do.
Hello, I'm just dropping by // ma.c.a
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vodkatales · 2 years
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How can we be allowed to feel so much for people who don't feel anything for us?
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hipsternerd9 · 1 year
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My nights were filled with thoughts of why wasn’t I good enough for you.
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divyachamaria · 2 years
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I have a special love for those people who despite it all, manage to stay soft. Who keep their heart kind and their soul warm. It takes real strength to keep those qualities when life kicks you down.
— Divya C.
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