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And I’m sorry

Telling you was a mistake

I thought you were human enough to forgive me

My pockmarked palms rub against each other as I lather on layers of Vaseline

And it’s never truly enough to get rid of the feeling of dry moons

And your wet cheeks glide underneath my hand

Very smooth

Our white picket fence is boarding up your walls

I painted it, thick whilst I chewed pomegranate seeds

Exploding between my teeth

I hear you between the walls

I hear you whimper like music

I knock once more

I keep my hands on that doorknob but I don’t open it

Your room sloshes around as you are wrenched from bed to ceiling

My hands are pockmarked

It loves you

It splits you like the Red Sea

I’m still standing, waiting

Never seem to say sorry

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Hello, I am Tareq from Gaza Iam trying save my famliy from the genocide happening here. I ask for your help in spreading my story and donating if you can contribute anything, no matter how small.Please don,t forget to sharethe latest post from my page and follow my account to help spread the story to the world. Thank you.

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May Palestine be free. I’ll help in any way I can

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Hello lm hamdi ,I humbly ask for your support by reblogging this post on your account to help me and my family. As newcomers to Tumblr and GoFundMe, we are in desperate need of your kindness and support. 🙏🇵🇸🍉😔Please donate 🙏🏼Let's reach the goal as soon as possible .

boosting this as much as i can!!

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Dear Editor,

Hello, it seems as though we haven’t talked in a while. We used to have water in our teeth when we find something funny with the software.

I know you prefer photopea over photoshop because learning requires more sunlight and you never liked the colourlessness of your eyes or the singular eyelash that touched the top of your cheekbone.

I never understood that, but I supposed you did, in your own cosmic way. To me, frankly, your face was a puzzlement to describe. It was always missing a piece. You could never fill in the blanks, no matter what platform you used. You hated your fractured body.

But I know you love travelling, so much so I’ve seen you everywhere. I know what shoes you wore, what photos you’ve taken, which fridge magnet you bought at which gift shop.

I know.

You love places that you can piece back together because there is a certain power in letting it be ruined, in watching it beg for your touch, reaching for your face as if it had one too many pieces, whilst you reached into the wreckage to plaster your body with the grains of tender sacrifice.

And so, to the point of why I’m writing this huddled under my Macintosh in the London tube:

I ask of you one thing after you packed your bags and left me unkissed in the doorway.

I always thought it was my mistake. I reached for the wrong piece, the empty spot in your face between your eyes and lips.

But perhaps I was too good?

Is that why you stopped looking for the missing piece?

Because I had nothing to ask for?

-yellow

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Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

Of course!

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FOUND family??? you think i just found them like this??? babes this is FORGED family. Me & the bros were scrap metal in a junkyard (very valuable, very sharp, very dangerous, uncared for) and we GOT IN THE FUCKING FIRE TOGETHER. WE did this. we said I AM NOT LEAVING YOU and melted into each other for better or for worse (it’s for better) and we are A FUNCTIONAL UNIT now. DO NOT SEPARATE. BATTERIES FUCKING INCLUDED. FOUND family my ass, we built this non-nuclear family unit from the ground up, don’t devalue this!!! it was is and will be a labour of love!!!

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“‎يقبرني When Arabs say Ya'aburnee We mean, There’s no place for me in a world without you in it. There’s no more happiness in a world, if you’re not here minute by minute. A mother will embrace her baby and whisper the words she heard from her mother’s tongue Ya'aburnee May you bury me, before I bury you. One day, this same child will grow up and find her love, and she will whisper the words she heard from her mother’s tongue Ya'aburnee May you bury me, Before I bury you. For there is no place for me in a world, without you in it. There’s no more happiness in a world, if you’re not here minute by minute. And may we meet in the heavens, if the lord permits it.”

— Sharnay 

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Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?

you say you don’t want a boyfriend, but you know that’s not true - Charlotte Green/the voice - Anaïs Nin/the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath/tolerate it - Taylor Swift/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath - Sylvia Plath/the unexpurgated diary of anaïs nin - Anaïs Nin/ @treebloods/@lovebeing-a-girl/@ sanwtch on instagram/ @onlyanothermundane/@tullispink/I am an observer, but not by choice - @fatimaamerbilal/the prophecy - Taylor Swift/criss cross - Lynne Rae Perkins/Vladimir Mayakovsky in a letter to Lili Brik/what I could never confess without some bravado - Emily Palermo/little weirds - Jenny Slate

requested here

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Everybody moved on. I stayed there, dust collected on my pinned up hair.

@lilyflxwers/hold this - fortesa latifi/@trxuma-system/the good witch - maisie peters/@heavensghost/@archivedsmile/unknown/@lilyflxwers/@therezeegoes/right where you left me - taylor swift

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I’m afraid I’ll be too old before I experience young love/The type of love that keeps your parents alive/The type of love that kisses you clean/The type of love that feels like you’re finally growing up/But I never want to grow up with that love/Not that way/Why do we wish for a love/that is only seconds/away/from/death?

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“Sorry, too, for letting you name the lamb / before I slit its throat.”

— Adira Bennett (@adirabennett), excerpt from poem The Apology Zoo (via adirabennett)

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do you have or could you make a webweave about nostalgia? specifically of the yearning and grieving variety. it's killing me that all of it is gone forever, that all that remains is an echo, and that it will only keep fading. big yikes.

@robertszombie \\ jordanna kalman \\ jordanna kalman \\ @wearemadeofstardust0 \\ david foster wallace \\ jordanna kalman \\ okechukwu nzelu here again now \\ jordanna kalman \\ jordanna kalman \\ jordanna kalman

kofi

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I’ve gotten worse at art and I think it’s because you’ve resigned as my muse

Yes my canvas has been scratchy white lately

I had been trying to remember your outline but I’m afraid I’ve gone mad trying to pick the brush

I want to press this pigment into permanence but it had gone dry on my palette

I’m sorry darling I don’t know where your shadows go and perhaps I never knew but at least then it was because you were also painting yourself through me

And I’m terribly mistaken because I don’t remember the lopsided tilt of your eyes or your lovely curved lips

So I guess yes they were wonderful but not unforgettable

And I still sit at my stool with empty thought

Since you were all I knew

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Maybe America drinks sometimes

Perhaps at a Summit to where

He lets the cheap stuff stain his expensive shirt

And eat away at crisp edges

Carved by hours of tiny hands

Made broken when he doesn’t hold them

(Or so he says)

Perhaps when he drinks

And gurgles

Warm liquid

He chuckles into the glass

Recalling a moment when it was cold

Whilst the mute sit on the floor

Licking up his generous saliva

And cupping it in their hands

Like they’re praying to a God

Who hadn’t thought of creating heaven yet

Perhaps America

Would have skipped a few days

And made the world in 1

So he would have more time

To watch it all go wrong

Or perhaps

He’d drink to that

And make a toast

To every sin

He invents

So that by the end of the week

He’d need another

And maybe

He knows

How it twists around

His throat

And rushes

Through his veins

Like a broken dam

He blamed on his discrepid body

But perhaps he sits there

In his home

Collecting salt

From their eyes

And pouring it

Into his mouth

So at least when he drinks

The misery

Is not his