shreyashisotired
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welcome to my world of chaotic Bipolarism seeking comfort in fictional characters. Oh! Also I write.
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The devil and angel on my shoulders keep fighting over whether I should write about all the boys who did me wrong or if I should avoid wasting my art on them
And I end up listening to the autistic cat sitting over my head and traumatizing EVERYONE
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Yapping , being yapped at , provoking yaps , encouraging yapping all of it , gladly
- Aditi Yugen 2024.
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Holy god
i made copycat playlists on spotify btw
denial: i love you, it’s ruining my life
anger: you don’t get to tell me about sad
bargaining: am i allowed to cry
depression: old habits die screaming
acceptance: i can do it with a broken heart
enjoy!!!!!
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It was my father's birthday today and as a gift I promise to not blame his absence for my attraction to any and every authoritative figure.
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a girl of fear, a woman of anger— look how we've grown
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One night I turned around and snuggled close into your arms as you made space for me in your blanket and honey that's the closest to heaven I've ever been.
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Oh my god I remember having this anonymous friend I used to exchange mail with. She was a poet too and used to love strawberries but they were hard to come by in her state. I remember asking my mom if we can courier fruits to another state and how to keep them fresh! We talked about everything from family to boys to bullying and although we never knew or met each other , shruti was the first fearless friendship I had. I hope she remembers me. I hope she remembers I am still afraid of closed spaces. I hope wherever she is, she gets to eat enough strawberries.
Does anybody miss being a penpal? I miss those days. Oh, we couldn't exchange letters, they were expensive for my little pocket. Those days... writing emails, and sharing things on Orkut, then Google plus, then myspace and until facebook was good... no, sane.
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I'm just a girl whose life is an RPG game and her father is the final boss .
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The moment I tune in to this song through the hurt it is game over for everyone. Ain't nobody bringing me back anymore.
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Oh but I remember what it was like to be young with you.
Is such a nostalgic statement because I know we haven't talked for years but I remember that you've got a scar in your eyebrow from the time you fell off your bicycle and that you love watermelon popsicles in summer. I might not remember your face but I remember what it was like to be young with you.
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He calls me his butterfly 🦋
butterflies sucking fresh blood from a sock
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Was listening to Hozier and made this collage . Idk man I want to be loved like his songs.
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Lucid dreaming except that you travel into someone else's dream to fuck with them.
Yes George I am the lover you murdered in your past life and I am here to eat all your chickens.
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My guy is a good guy but he's not worth a girl's guy.
#girls introducing their boy besties
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And one day, I am sitting on my kitchen counter swinging my feet as I watch my girlfriend brew some green tea on a winter morning while I eat the leftover carrot cake from last night. The sound of waves crashing on the sea shore is the only sound to exist besides the opening sweet melody of 'Say Yes To Heaven' . I will make the gods envy my mortal heaven that 'one day'
#dead poets society#poets on tumblr#aesthetic#literary memes#lana del rey#say yes to heaven#spilled ink#writers on tumblr#today on tumblr#Spotify
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