worldwar9

[worldwar9]

The love I have for him is intense.

neither platonic nor romantic, but something deeper, more consuming.

It feels as though the earth itself is pulling me under,

the soil embracing me, pressing against my skin,

as if to bury the unspoken, to silence the ache.

In this quiet interment, I find both suffocation and solace,

a surrender to the darkness that mirrors my own.

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Your fingers trace my waist any tighter, you’d lace through my ribs. To witness someone so wholly should make departure a cruelty.

Trapped like a animal, I’d keep you safe, my soul warm enough to rest in.

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I scatter my berries where the earth will have them. I wasn’t built for this, but I plant anyway. Not much. Not forever.

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I am someone who will always understand. If you do something wrong to me, I will understand. If you come to me and explain a situation, I will understand. Understanding and forgiving have always come easily to me.

But somehow, when it comes to me, others don’t find it so easy to understand. When I choose to understand someone who has hurt me, am I betraying myself? Am I so caring that I still worry about a person, even when they’re hurting me?

I understand why you’re hurting me. And I understand that you might never stop.

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I’ve come to terms with my self-image over the past few months and have accepted that I will never fit into what society deems as “pretty.” Growing up with two gorgeous sisters made me realize that I’ll never be randomly called pretty on the street or have the waiters number written on a receipt while eating out and I think that’s just fine. Love will never come as easily for me as it has for others.

Being compared to their beauty growing up made me realize how cruel people can be. Why would anyone say something like, “Your sister is prettier than you” to a child who is still growing? But alas, I’m okay with not being conventionally attractive. It’s all so trivial anyway.

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I cant let the rage consume me I cant let the rage consume me I cant let the rage consume me

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Romantic love was not written in my cards

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Every time someone calls a post or poem “cringe” or “corny,” it just shows they can’t appreciate even the simplest, most overused expressions. Sometimes, it’s worth stopping to read something as basic as “love is life” because even those repeated words carry meaning.

Critiquing a writer’s poem simply because you deem it cringey is such a lousy approach.

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sigh

“Have you ever just looked at someone while they’re doing something small like driving or laughing and just smile bc u like them so much.”

— Unknown

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Accidentally burned myself with a curling iron. its okay though. it reminded me that i’m still human.

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What’s funny about being a teenager is how angry you are all the time. I was such an angry teenager, yet I never had the guts to lash out at anyone around me. Maybe I was rude sometimes, but Idk part of who I was at that age was a facade. Maybe it was my way of protecting myself.

Now, I’m slowly learning how to open up and let go of the malice I’ve carried within me and around me. I think I’ve grown out of being mean, even in a “funny” way. I’ve always had a big heart, and yeah, I may have done some things that don’t make me the best person, but we’re all growing and learning about the inner workings of our beings.

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Ngl, I haven’t been consistently taking care of myself recently, and it’s like, damn. I’ve felt blegh this entire year, and it’s so hard to get out of it. I’m trying so hard not to get existential about everything, but I don’t know. I feel like I’ve been stuck in limbo for the past six years. I’m just living day by day, taking it easy, yk? But at the same time, I’m like what the hell do I do?

My main distractions aren’t distracting me enough, and I still end up feeling way too much. It’s like I always want to jump out of my skin. I have no drive, no passions. Sure, I like things, but in a society where everything is pushed to become a job, it’s exhausting. I know I should work because that’s my “duty” to society, and I really should, but I can’t see myself picking one career and sticking to it.

Is that all humans are meant to be? Just work, take a three week vacation, have a 401k, make a family, buy a house, and then die? I don’t want to do any of that. I don’t even really want to do anything, but I still keep going … I’m not sure why.

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i unfortunately am not built for this world i have no light in me and everytime there’s a tiny spark it always diminishes…. i either cause it or someone else does.

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i love metal and loud and aggressive music but truly nothing compares to just being calm i love chill music and i love being mellow fackkkkk

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if i start crying in front of you that means i’m really hurting. because believe me, i hate crying in front of people. but when i do, i must be in severe pain and i just can't control it.

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i love listening to a song and theyre just yearning into the music