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deadaluschild · 3 days
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I'm longing the idea of feeling something.
I'm craving new feelings so hardly I'm scared I might rip my skin apart just to feel something new.
I'm longing someone's touch, someone's bruises on my skin, I'm longing someone's thoughts and stories.
I'm afraid I might squeeze myself into society just to feel.
I'm afraid I might be felt.
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deadaluschild · 20 days
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And today you've been gone for 9 months, the time it took to generate you, it's now the same amount you've been dead, I wonder if your mom is thinking the same thing.
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deadaluschild · 24 days
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The other night we were having a deep conversation, it was 2am when I told you that I write about you, you asked if I could show you, I said yes.
When I got home I copied 3 "poems" on a paper sheet and put it in my notebook for you to have it when we would've met.
You'll never know that those words have been lightened, they've been changed. The "poems" I've written about you are hundreds, but I'll give you 3, because if you were to read all the rest, you would discover thoughts that are only mine to hear. I love you my dear, you know that, but you don't know that this love has me in tears.
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deadaluschild · 27 days
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It's a lot healthier to go for a daily walk than to sign up for a gym membership you won't be using because you hate that kind of exercise. It's a lot healthier to eat a frozen meal than to skip a meal because you were too tired to cook something healthy. It's a lot healthier to take a quick shower than to procrastinate an elaborate routine for days. Don't aim so high that you won't be hitting anything!
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deadaluschild · 2 months
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Touchscreens do not belong in cars
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deadaluschild · 2 months
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It's 12:30 am here, and I can't sleep, I swear I've just said "there's a reason why you can't sleep and that reason has a name, you're just idolizing the good parts, you do not miss it and it's not a lost opportunity, so shut up." I don't think this is normal
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deadaluschild · 2 months
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Just me, casually writing my blog.
"At least the Star Altair, which is 17 light years from Earth, is still watching us grow together, you're still here, nothing has happened."
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deadaluschild · 2 months
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Firstly, thanks for your answer.
By looking it up I found the same meanings as you, so I guess I'll stick to these!
I saw that as a spiritual animal it can also represent strength, adaptability, and transformation, and I really like this simbology as well.
Thanks again! And listen to Mystery ;)
I still have no idea how to ask on Tumblr but I'll give it a try.
I need the lyrics geniuses, the insects experts and the Matt Maltese fans!
In "Smile in the face of the devil" at the beginning he says:
it's been a bad run, you've had some bad tries
It's a small life, you're a horsefly
I can't understand why but the world "horsefly" makes me think of a specific person, and I can't seem to find the meaning of this insect.
Does anybody knows what it might stand for? I feel like he uses it in a sweet way but I've always known horseflies as bad insects, any suggestions?
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deadaluschild · 2 months
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I made space for you in my mind, for your stories, from the most useless to the ones that brought tears to your eyes. All I asked was for you to make space for the 4 letters of his name, so that I didn't have to explain over and over, but you don't have space for something this important to me in your mind, four letters, all I asked was for you to remember his name.
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deadaluschild · 2 months
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I still have no idea how to ask on Tumblr but I'll give it a try.
I need the lyrics geniuses, the insects experts and the Matt Maltese fans!
In "Smile in the face of the devil" at the beginning he says:
it's been a bad run, you've had some bad tries
It's a small life, you're a horsefly
I can't understand why but the world "horsefly" makes me think of a specific person, and I can't seem to find the meaning of this insect.
Does anybody knows what it might stand for? I feel like he uses it in a sweet way but I've always known horseflies as bad insects, any suggestions?
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deadaluschild · 2 months
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"Mi piaci" mi dice lui, così, come informazione. Una comunicazione di servizio di un sabato sera qualunque. Avrei potuto dirgli "tu no" oppure "perché?", ma questo una volta l'ho chiesto e il non ricevere risposta mi ha disturbata tanto. "Tutto normale?" "Certo."
Lo odio.
Lo odio perché non gli interesso minimamente, gli piace ciò che crede di conoscere, ma non parliamo mai davvero.
"Siamo amici, forse. Vabbé dai, non scoraggiarti, comportati come sempre" mi dico io.
Poi però lo odio, perché oggi ho fatto gli gnocchi di mia nonna, non li facevo da 7 anni, l'ultima volta li ho preparati con lei, gliel'ho detto: "io mi sono fatto due bei panini" gnam, ho risposto io.
Ora so che lo rimuoverò lentamente dalla testa "cerco solo amicizie reali, non ho interesse nelle relazioni." Gli ho risposto io
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deadaluschild · 2 months
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I've always loved my friends immensely, I've always put so much effort into my friendships that I've never felt the need for a romantic partner. I've always wanted to have a special bond tho, I want to be someone's first choice "I would look for you in a room full of people".
Now I'm so jealous of those friends who are in a relationship two in particular, because, if you find all this time for them, why can't you find it for me? I'm aware of my delusion, I know they don't consider me as important as their partner, but I swear I would drop anything for you, as you are the love of my life, even if we just sit in silence and you don't think of me as often as I think of you, I would peel thousands of oranges for you, even though I'm allergic.
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deadaluschild · 3 months
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I feel this constant need of light and nature.
Yes I go outside, but that's not the light I'm looking for, the one I want is from 13 years ago, the one that hit my face while I ran through the leaves of the garden. The light I'm looking for is the one from 12 years ago, when I stared at the sun for too long and could only see dots and too saturated colors, thinking the world was bright blue. The light I'm looking for is the one from 14 years ago, the one I saw reflected on the lake, the one too mossy, the one I was scared of.
I know I will see that light again, but I hope it won't leave me blind.
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deadaluschild · 3 months
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Mommy issues? Daddy issues? Naaah, more like "I've just drown in my own tears while writing about my older brother while longing for our child selves"
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deadaluschild · 3 months
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I hold myself in bed "it's okay, you're okay. It's gonna be okay, it's okay!" I pity me
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deadaluschild · 3 months
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I love when I do things, when I'm active and organized, when I follow my schedule, I feel like I actually did something.
Today I didn't do anything, I haven't read a single page, haven't crocheted, not even tried to study, didn't call who I had to call and didn't care to do anything.
I have exams coming up and I have 0 motivation, I don't like what I'm studying and I don't even like to study, I don't want to change because I wouldn't know what to do.
I hate my friends who study because they like it, I don'tknow how they do it, but I hate them because they have a goal, I feel like what I do won't get me the life I want. I need to get my license but I'm too unmotivated to study for the quiz.
I want to graduate uni because I like to accomplish things, but I hate it, but it costs so much that I have to hurry and I also want to hurry because I hate it.
It's a damn circle and I'm exhausted...actually I don't care, and that's the problem.
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deadaluschild · 3 months
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Voglio passare il mio tempo con un pittore, che mi usi come musa, che dipinga le mie mani spaccate dal tempo, le mie labbra graffiate dal vento, il verde che col viola attraversa e circonda i miei occhi, il rosso vicino all'iride, il pallore che riflette la luce.
Vorrei passare il mio tempo con un fotografo, che catturi le mie pose spanciate e la goccia d'acqua sul mio mento.
Vorrei passare il mio tempo con uno scrittore, che descriva i miei passi e i miei capelli con la poesia di Dostoevskij.
Vorrei passare il mio tempo con un lettore, che mi legga, che sappia riconoscere la malinconia e l'odio che ho per gli artisti.
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