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“When you’re mean to me this is who ur being mean to” meme with Sanrio characters and small kitten is overused. Trite. It’s done I can’t relate. When ur mean to me this is who you’re being mean to:
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touch as a love language
Margaret Atwood, Christophe Vacher, William Stafford, Alphonse Osbert, Shauna Barbosa, Sherrie McGraw, Natalie Diaz, Mark English, John Keats, Megan Howland, Marya Hornbacher, Ron Hicks, Sanober Khan, Ron Hicks, Banana Yoshimoto, Ron Hicks, Ocean Vuong, Anne Magill, Mary Oliver
buy me a coffee
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sorry for romanticising the mundane. i have little else
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Kaveh Akbar, from “Thirstiness is not Equal Division”, Calling a Wolf a Wolf
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I know I’m aiming for quite a lot. But some days, the world becomes enough. Some days, I feel a strong sense of contentment just by gazing at the passing clouds.
I know I’m still quite far from where I want. But some weeks, the space I take up opens wide and my heart bursts from being given this tiny spot.
Some moments, my grief that remains unannounced quiets down from the satisfaction I accidentally stumble upon— across ‘thank you’s’ from people because I was kind, on assurances from colleagues telling me that I’m more than capable and enough.
Some nights, I hear a small voice congratulate myself for making it through the day, for winning the silent battles I do not put into display.
My heart warms from knowing that today, I gave it my very best shot and that in the many tomorrows that are yet come, I might be one step away from giving up.
Some days, the world becomes enough— the stolen time during work just to catch the twilight, the first draw of breath during nighttime, the reminiscing and ‘looking-backs’, the realization that I just got through a rough month and here... in the midst of loud days and quiet nights... I’m still living, breathing, searching for meaning and stumbling upon it from time to time. I still managed to survive.
And some days, despite how shallow my problems and struggles are, my heart aches from knowing how proud I am.
Today, the world is enough.
I’m glad I’m alive.
— Romia Creshil
ig: rspoetica
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i think deciding to love someone continually is like reading the same book again, but each time finding a different line that hits deep and makes you think about something you didn't realize before. and you decide to read it again and again, knowing you'll never get enough of it, knowing you'll always find something new about them to love.
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We were bounded by pure chance. I always like to emphasize that. I had always accepted that we'll no longer be, in the same room again.
I knew bonds grew weaker as we go on our separate ways, especially if it wasn't strong enough to exist in the first place. You were just trying to be get along with people for the sake of harmony, of togetherness, 'cause who would want to be deemed a black sheep right? Who would want to be deemed unfriendly?
Bonds that grew through that basic level wouldn't surpass separation for a long time.
I've experienced friendship that spent hiatus for years, yet if we meet and talk it was as if we've just went back from our weekend breaks and now going back to school.
It is also possible passing down the hallways with acquaintances as if we didn't knew each other. I understand that, a lot of possible reasons. Sometimes because we're just shy, most of the time because of the perception that we're no longer in thesame page. That I no longer know how to approach you. That I no longer relate to you.
And I could get pass that with them but not with you.
I would probably miss our miniscule interactions, our simple updates with each other.
The 'where were you? the class has started' chats.
The 'I didn't get that, can you explain this to me'.
The 'are you done on this part?'.
The 'how many score did you got?'.
We'll always learn to bear things the way they happen along the way. It just aches, to know this will probably never happen again.
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i come on tumblr and see a line of poetry that throws me into a series of deep meditations and takes me through the 7 stages of grief for the next couple weeks. it’s like dying everyday and being reborn at every corner on here.
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