tellmehowtolie

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sometimes i actually write something good and thought-provoking and i have to take a pause and do a little happy dance

[tellmehowtolie]

why do you circle around the mirror?

don’t be alarmed, things aren’t what they used to be

there’s no other way to see yourself clearer

than to pack your briefcase and leave

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and for sure, there are some poems i will never write. they exist as something intangible and spiritual in the very essence of myself. beneath and beyond the flesh and blood and the clamour of the mortal world. i ought not to get too intimate with them but rather admire from afar. every once in a while i am filled with emotions so foreign to me and that is how i know, i have become the poetry.

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i am in love with italy’s this year’s eurovision song, it really awakened something in me. like a song that i have always been searching for and now i have it <3

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i love pigeons

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but you can not stay inside forever, can you?

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ohh it is crawling back to me… (crisis of gender and identity)

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i am sick and the time has lost its meaning. but i am writing poetry and stories in the glow of the desk light. my limbs are tired and breaths laboured but right now, I feel thoroughly alive.

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i finally watched the dead poets society and… that was not very nice. please do not do that to me ever again. i can not stop crying. i am considering an exorcism.

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when we fall in love:

*carries a huge pile of written love poems on your desk*

”you can expect the second batch in 1-3 business days”

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if you catch me i will literally never let go. i will bury my teeth so deep into your skin and spread my love into you like venom. i will become your parasite.

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people ask us why do we write and want to study literature and live this life on the outskirts.

but it is not because we want to, it is because we need to. we are hungry for the unsaid, what’s under the surface, desperate to spiral and spiral and carve our own way out. to lose ourselves so thoroughly, the only thing we can be is brand new.

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every time i get a strange feeling in my body i'm convinced it's there for good and never gonna go away. but it has. every. single. time. very stupid part of being a human. like there couldn't be more evidence for you to just GIVE IT SOME TIME.