theshadowords
theshadowords
Sanya Samdarshi
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for all the tormented hearts who seek refuge in words
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theshadowords 1 month ago
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My ex loved metallic rings, so I bought him one while we were still dating. I never got the chance to give it to him because of the long distance. Even after we separated, I didn鈥檛 throw it away. It just stayed in my wardrobe, where no one ever looked.
One day, I noticed it had broken into five separate pieces, each developing its own magnetic polarity. Every piece repelled the others, exactly from where they once connected.
The ring refused to be whole again. Not all broken things can be fixed.
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theshadowords 1 month ago
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Part of me wants to save myself and leave; part of me wants to fall into the deepest level of intimacy that I can't get back up again.
鈥擲anya Samdarshi, theshadowords
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theshadowords 1 month ago
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To accept, or not to accept鈥攖hat is the question. And I am learning to accept that too.
鈥擲anya Samdarshi, theshadowords
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theshadowords 1 month ago
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to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
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theshadowords 1 month ago
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How could I survive a shipwreck when I never even learned how to swim.
鈥擲anya Samdarshi | theshadowords
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theshadowords 1 month ago
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Sometimes, it's not betrayal by others that breaks us, it's the quiet, familiar sting of our own hand.
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theshadowords 1 month ago
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Life update: my fuck-up rate has increased.
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theshadowords 1 month ago
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Death is the only truth of life, yet the most dreaded.
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theshadowords 2 months ago
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Do we heal just to get hurt again? Perhaps. But healing doesn't guarantee protection. Every scar of yours tells a story of survival, not defeat. Pain may return, in new forms or old shadows, but each time, we rise more beautifully human.
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theshadowords 2 months ago
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I didn't realize how much I loved the rain until I was allowed to run into it.
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theshadowords 2 months ago
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Starting from 'Once upon a time...', my heart still seeks the '...and lived happily ever after.'
鈥擲anya Samdarshi, theshadowords
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theshadowords 2 months ago
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Some nights, the quiet feels less like peace and more like punishment.
But I still listen.
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theshadowords 10 months ago
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no one talks about how hard it is when your mood is constantly switching between "its okay, i don't care. i'm fine" and "i don't know how much more i can take"
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theshadowords 1 year ago
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born to be insane, forced to be nonchalant
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theshadowords 1 year ago
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theshadowords 1 year ago
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I hate texting. Put your cigarette out on me
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theshadowords 1 year ago
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how can i be so delusional but so logical at the same time. duality.
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