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moths

often i feel like a lone moth

stuck on the outside of a window

clutching on for dear life with it’s weak insect limbs

desiring, yearning, needing

to be inside

fluttering along with the light

up high with the ceiling

lighting up the organised, clean space

larger than any home it could dream of

always fresh

always new

always bright

always shining

always the best

never running out

never dying

never strained

never in need of a replacement

never a stupid pest

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I want to hear him whimper

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sorry i stopped posting but im back x

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Merry Christmas! from Nirvana 🎄🎅🏼

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“I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days. And thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.”

— Unknown

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you - a poem

will you miss me

or will you miss the warmth of my body,

the softness of my skin,

heating your hands on those cold december mornings,

counting the days until christmas although we’re growing too old now,

or will you miss my youth and my bright smile,

that disappeared the day i first bled,

when i cried and first knew that all i was made for was to do what you do,

and although i love you, it would be my worst nightmare,

or will you miss the youth we shared,

in playground grass and muddy shoes,

or arguments and stolen perfumes,

no matter how much i aggravated you,

you never made me feel bad, as i was only a child who idolised your teenage angst,

but now that i have it, all i want is to give it back,

or will you, you, you, you miss my anxieties disguised as jokes,

or the laughs or the fights or the late bitchy nights,

or the days out shopping or the ranting without stopping,

will you, you, you, you sit at the end of that table and think of me.

will that table ever feel the same again? will you feel my spirit consume all of the joy?

or will you, oh, god, not you,

will you remember the romantic messages, the blank faces when in public,

the electricity running through my veins when we brushed arms in crowded corridors,

or the blushes on our faces after the teasing from each of our friend groups,

or the unspoken words that still eat me from the inside out; did you feel them too? do you still feel them? will you remember them when you’re married with children and i’m six feet under and 20 years decayed?

or maybe even them,

the ones who don’t know my name but will make fun of my timidness,

treat me like a fallen leaf, trampled on, because it’s crunchy which it makes it more fun,

the ones who will ask the person next to them for my name while sat at my funeral service around my grieving family,

and pretend they knew me, and, yes, they knew me but they didn’t KNOW ME and they didn’t care and they never will.

i could slit my throat in front of them, gargles of blood pooling in my mouth, and all they’d say is “that’s the first time i’ve heard her speak!”

and finally, you.

all i can say is that i’m sorry.

i’m sorry that we grew up to no longer want to grow up.

you can’t miss me, you don’t even know me yet, however i will always miss you.

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just r3lapsed😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍yayyyyyyyyyyyyy

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ive decided that ⭐️ving myself is stupid. like eat what you want. no one cares. and if they do that’s their problem. now let me go order my pizza.

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Usually in any book series, the protagonist is not likeable or at the very least not anybody's favorite character, it's always somebody else. EXCEPT PERCY JACKSON. PERCY IS THE GOAT. THE GOAT.

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i love when people compliment my smile but it’s only ever from girls. i guess boys are too occupied with staring at my body to notice how happy i am to gain the slightest bit of attention from them.

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hi everyone theres this new history teacher at my school and shes so pretty she reminds me of taylor momsen she has blonde hair super tall and loads of tattoos im so gay

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men will never understand this feeling

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