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@jmstormquotes via Instagram
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poetry-universes · 5 months
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I burn,
Not of fire,
Or ice,
But of words
left unspoken.
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I'm impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes. I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
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tearsdntfall06 · 4 months
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HIM
I liked you since I caught you staring at me, I saw you in the computer lab, busy completing practical. The eyes that sparkled, Melted my heart before I asked. The world got blured, when I looked at you, Smiling in the frame, that captured you My mind knows, I never mattered to you (maybe) But this heart can't stop falling for you. You pass through the corridors once or twice, My heart goes searching for the millionth time. The wind whispers into my ears, There he goes the man, among the peers. All my diary pages are bored of me, Hearing the longest monologues for praising thee. My heart is awaiting for the day to come, When I have the guts to say- "I like you". ~Khushboo💌
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aslisjournal · 7 months
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Asli Hersi
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abdulkealfaaz · 6 months
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“Ab nahi karni hume bayaan halaat-e-dil kisiko,
Bayaan karne ka nateeja ye halaat hain hamari”
-a.a.k.
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melloncolliegalaxies · 2 months
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big little things
1. "how are you feeling?"
2. the sky—night or day. blue skies, gray skies,  sunsets, sunrise. stars. cotton candy clouds. the moon. 
3. "i miss you."
4. petting a cat, feeling the vibrations as they pur. listen to it, they're saying "i feel safe here. with you."
5. someone creating something for you—a drawing, a piece of music, a poem, a sweater. a meal. anything. 
6. that one song you listen to (over and over again) when you just need to feel understood. 
7. "you make me happy."
8. having dinner with people who can make a bad day feel even slightly better. 
9. when someone remembers you—your birthday, your fears, your heartaches. your favorite things. your dreams. 
10. "i appreciate you."
11. listening to the rain in a cozy spot—snuggled in a comfy bed, or on a couch, or in someone's arms. 
12. watching someone's face light up when you lock eyes. 
13. feeling someone you love kiss your forehead when they think you're sleeping.
14. watching someone you love sleep, taking in their peaceful expression until you fall asleep too. 
15. belly-laughing with loved ones.
16. inside jokes.
17. flowers on your birthday. flowers any day. flowers, flowers, flowers.
18. Christmas lights. 
19. feeling comfortable enough with someone to let them touch you, hug you, high-five you, hold your hand, trace your face and body with their fingers, kiss you. 
20. giving someone a gift they really wanted. observing and absorbing their glee. 
21. someone doing something kind for you without you having to ask. 
22. someone taking the time to (respectfully) teach you something new. 
23. pleasant aromas—vanilla, the perfume or cologne or deodorant your lover wears, whatever's cooking in the kitchen, and that very specific scent wafting in the air, you know, the one that reminds you of a happier time. 
24. doing something, anything during a very bad depressive episode. you brushed your teeth? fed yourself? showered? did laundry? fantastic. 
25. "i can't wait to see you."
26. being preserved in someone's spaces—your pictures are on their desk, their walls, their lockscreen, in a pendent, in photo albums. 
27. feeling comfortable enough to undress in front of someone, to present your natural self to them—no clothes, no makeup, messy hair. 
28. "i'm here for you" and they actually are. they're at your doorstep. they're texting you through it. they call, they listen.  
29. the scene in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind when Clementine and Joel's first memory together collapses. "Meet me in Montauk…"
30. someone asking you to listen to their favorite song. please listen to it—all of it.
31. "you make me so proud."
32. Ellie and Carl's "married-life" montage in Up
33. jinx. saying something at the same time as someone else and then grinning at each other.
34. when someone watches or reads the things you recommend. bonus points if they wind up loving it. 
35. when Joel tells Ellie "i struggled for a long time with surviving. and, no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for," in The Last of Us
36. "i was just thinking about you."
37. that thing you accomplished that no one knows about. 
38. someone supporting your work—buying your painting, sharing your novel with their friends, watching your streams.
39. the cutscene in The Last of Us Part 2 where Ellie expresses her frustration toward Joel for saving her life over sacrificing her for the cure, and he firmly tells her, "i would do it all over again."
40. "you make my life better." i met you and my smile is so big it hurts my cheeks. the sun seems brighter, this chocolate chip cookie tastes sweeter. i'm looking forward to tomorrow because you'll be there. your birthday is one of the best days of my life. oh my God, oh my God, this is terrifying—oh wait, there you are. it's not so bad anymore, actually. thank you for being here—for choosing to be here—with little old me in this brief moment in time when you could share it with anyone, anywhere in this very beautiful, very daunting, very big world. 
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stormykatie · 6 months
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when i grow up
i want to be
an astronaut,
an author,
a magician
as a child, it was
easy to dream
of anything
a doctor,
a scientist,
a teacher
the world is vast
and full
of possibilities
now a grown woman,
my heart just wants
to be happy
but disappointingly,
happiness is elusive and
life is a sadist
that takes pleasure
in my agony
so in a world where
we can be anything
i became a masochist
-katie
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abitbrokenpoetry · 6 months
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there will be disappointments. That’s the nature of life. There will be cruelty. And days the darkness will feel like it’s suffocating you. There will be relationships lost, lovers, friends. And there will be loneliness. And nights when it feels like the world ends. but there will also be mornings. moments that make your eyes shimmer with tears of hope. And there will be those that stay(maybe forever). There will be tiny droplets of light to find even on the darkest of days(if you look for it). And every night the world ends, you can open your eyes and make a new one the next morning (if you want to).
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yulia-inferis · 3 days
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Porn Is A Mans Best Friend
Porn is a mans best friend Whether alone or within his girlfriend Inside her fleshlight adversary Or as her dildo mortuary Adding to his fleshlight cemetary On a swipe away for the next veiled arbitrary For when the best of friends he can have is porn Is when the sanctity of intimacy is halved and torn
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poeitivity · 6 months
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Hidden in a secret place, Somewhere Between half-light and half-darkness, Between pain and tenderness, Between adoration and contempt, Between indifference and love, My trembling heart is waiting To be found and touched by you.
— the-dose-makes-the-poison
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poetry-universes · 2 months
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i could write you a poem,
a beautiful poem.
with words that drip like sunlight
trailing down your back.
i could retell a story,
a story of us.
that holds my heart like i hold yours
in denial of its faults.
i could sing you a ballad,
shaky but divine.
with crystal clear articulations
that always fails to lie.
however none of these will satisfy,
or will be held by you in high regard.
as hard i try with any diction
i know it all flies by.
so with my hands,
i'll hold you tight.
i'll feel your skin on mine.
and i hope my hearbeat sings and write
better than my mind.
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ackerima-is-not-here · 2 months
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If only I didn’t fear rejection, I would make my love for you obvious. So I decided to love you in silence instead.
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It’s wild to me that people will write sentences, do a little line break, and call it poetry. Like first of all that’s a poem (yes, technically that is a poem) but it’s not poetry! Meanwhile, I pour out the entirety of my soul into my work, labor over every individual word choice, never post a poem until i’m at least 80% sure that it’s at least adequate… and yet i still have this creeping dread that I’ll never be good enough to be loved nor admired.
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msafflictus · 3 days
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