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itmustbek8 · 3 months

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she knows, she's tried all the other drugs

#stand my heroes #piece of truth #valentines

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jemwhomstdve · 28 days

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If I were to accidentally bump into you years from now...

If I were to accidentally bump into you years from now, whether as I roam around Salcedo Saturday Market in the morning or during my self-care walk along the streets of Makati at noon, and you impulsively ask me for a cup of coffee, I would probably say ‘yes’ and join you for old time’s sake—for an adventure—despite it being on a different timeline or time of the day. As we both know, we are the only ones who know how light or dark the sky was during our brief time together with just one specific mode of communication to use. By then I might have gained wrinkles, still wear my classic brown loafers, have already adapted your suggestion to use a Dawson backpack, which I have had since forever by Herschel Supply Co.’s and used throughout my college life, kept for its sentimental value. Though for sure that bag would not go well with my fit because if you fail to remember, as you were intoxicated all the time, I like things light and convenient, so instead, I would probably opt for a sling bag or a tote bag. I would be wearing a pair of jeans, a flowy top, and a cardigan that makes me feel comfortable with my own skin.

If I were to meet you years from now and catch up as we sit inside a café, waiting for the order to be served, it would probably start like this.

“How have you been? It’s been a while, stranger.”

Nah, that sounds too cliché. I think it would be more of like,

“As I knew, I’d prolly meet you again. I didn’t know when, where, or how, but I’ve always known I’d bump into you in this lifetime as I self-prophesized that one morning. You might not remember that conversation as you loved the shindig and your past too much, but I do. I’ve always been the sober one who watched how things will unfold until the last minute I’d spend with you. So, how are you now, Mr. Unhappy?”

Or maybe, I would just pretend that I forgot who you are and those times I felt a few disorganized butterflies in my stomach. I mean, isn’t that how it should be? Because that is how you would probably do it, so it is just fair to reflect how you would react. It is your world we have always lived in after all. Just like that time when you went to my house all caught up in your emotions from the triple date I was not able to go to with you since I was away from the metropolis and had no point to go to due to the lack of sincerity of your invite. Or the Valentine’s date you never invited me to, though I waited for you as there was no other person I would like to spend that day with, while I was getting asked by a doctor on what my schedule would be during the Valentine’s week so he could take me out, or a pre-law student who asked me for five consecutive days to go on a friendly Valentine’s date with him so that we could get to know each other more as friends. I knew. I have always known. I have read your mind. Or have I not. You were hard on spontaneous which I liked about you. But you have always been so indecisive of what you want, or who you want for long-term. You were a little rockstar who was all over the place, looking for a true love that could only happen if you were just true to yourself.

The time we spent together has always been entangled with chaos, confusion, and neglect. It was a series of different personas, ego competitions, and mind fucking (excuse my French) due to an unknown reason. You were a bit humble but prideful. You wanted clarity but continued to self-sabotage when granted. You had trust issues, and so had I. You wanted me to stay, but you wanted to go. I stayed, though, until you doubted our pact and wanted to leave. I chose you until you decided to choose your past. Physically, you watched me leave our home but spiritually, you were the one who left first; or where you even there at all? Did I even belong there, ever? I took it in, respectfully and supportively. It was fine as my life did not stop there. You chose your past and I chose my future. None of us chose our present when life threw us options we know we have—because maybe, just maybe, we overlooked the present. We overthought. We were caught up by the waves of the moment. Or maybe, we cannot ride the moment. Because life asks too much of us. And we were both complicated to understand what we were going through due to lack of effective communication and honesty—of what we truly want to get from each other—and how much we need to hold back just not to be seen as too much. We watered down ourselves for each other though we wanted to give it our all. I was all in, though, I did not know about you. But we were tired. So tired. Of wanting to make it work when we both know it would not work out—specifically on the situation we were in, for the time being, as we deeply know that timing is a bitch. Instead, we blabbered too much nonsense than to genuinely fathom each other’s soul. We gave too much space when all we wanted was to hold each other and never let go—to struggle and heal together because we both felt the connection since day one—or did we, though? Did you? After all, you were too drunk to remember. You were always drunk. And I was always sober except that one time we were both drunk. So, it should only be me. And no biggie, I can get by life with the pieces of it alone. I would hold onto it, put it inside a room of my rib cage, and lock the hell out of the door so that when the tangency of our fate comes once more, I will be able tell you with no ounce of sting and doubt, only coming from a soul of warmth and a mind of peace,

“How have you been? It's good to see you. I hope you've been doing well since the day we parted. It’s been a while, stranger.”

But then, I remember you sleep during the day and hate walking so this would probably never happen.

#ponderingjemelee #soliloquy #almost #piece of truth #point of view #coffee #jazz #moon #morning #writers and poets #spilled writing #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #jemeleewrites

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shellshooked · 11 months

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but i’m a creep

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fish-tetris · 6 months

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thinking about how law was (apparently??) being raised in the one piece catholic church™. thinking about how he specifically refers to the victories of the strawhats as miracles. thinking about how luffy has a god's devil fruit. thinking about law inclining his head and closing his eyes like he's praying towards the end of gear 5 luffy fighting kaido. is this anything.

#one piece #one piece spoilers #trafalgar law #and I guess I'll throw in a #lawlu #this isn't even me lawlu truthing tbh #i don't know what it is. but this post has been pinging around in my brain for 24 hours #law being raised catholic funny as shit to me btw #90% of his damage i'll chalk up to The Various Traumas and the rest is the catholicism #chinhands. is there a pope in one piece.#also sorry about the horrific quality images these are phone screenshots of a random streaming site

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trekkerac · 5 months

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