People ache me. Disappoint me at large. When they need you they will knock on your door, on your window, on the wall of your text & you would wake up to the endless missed calls. When they do not -- you know the gist. The sad part is; all of it often started with how "mutual" it all seems to appear itself to be. Then sooner or later it is all you who would do the elbow grease toil of labour & you ended up being the peasant or servant to that master without even knowing it. You do the check up, you do the follow up, you do the call or text me when you get home, you do the forgive me for responding late, you do the I'm sorry to bother you, You do the please take it easy & have a soft day & that is all that you ever will be - such is poetic injustice of human connection
D C de Oliveira | Love in a toxic era, Obsolescence | February 22 2023 | Wednesday 5.55am
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The YouTuber I’m watcher for no reason “god he’s dressed like a groomer Patrick Bateman. Like a Patrick Bateman that tries to sell ketamine. Patrick Bateman that sells MDMA only to teenagers”
My fucking soda shot out my god damn nose. I’m crying! Send help 😂💀
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Well, Fire fighter dude certainly didn’t hold back on his thoughts.
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click here to see batmans private only fans nudes leaked!!!!! (100% real not a virus!!!!!!)
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the feminine, the masculine, the artistic urge to stare at the paintings until they make you hallucinate, to read poems until they seep inside your soul, to write such words that hold the power to shatter a person's heart and fill the void at the same time.
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I say your name in my head, in my heart, in my waking days & sleepless night even in my deathbed & before I truly expire / like a canticle & hymn of requiescat in pace
D C de Oliveira | fromTo Chloe, “Nomen-Tuum” | September 15th 2021, Wednesday 2:11:12 am · 2 years ago (Draft Collection)
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That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….
Yeah, okay , cool
But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?
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― Margaret Atwood, You are Happy
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"It is August: the true ending of a year. I've grown sick from trying to love who I am."
-Carlie Hoffman, from "High Bridge Park," published in Gulf Stream
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