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mochixkisses · 27 days

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i need you more than i need the air that we breathe.

#mochi's musings #yandere #lovesick #soft yandere #yandere gf #yandere thoughts #yandere community #yanderecore #yancore #yanblr #excerpt from my journal

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demigods-posts · 1 month

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You're the Winner, @demigods-posts

or, an excerpt from a one-shot rotting away in my drafts.

. . .

"Do you want me as your daughter?"

It was a question Annabeth had asked herself her entire life. She thought she got the answer at seven when she ran away from home for the first time. She thought she got the answer at twelve when she returned, numb to the outside world and to a father's love, but hopeful that they could heal what was broken. She thought she got the answer at seventeen when it seemed like they were making progress, like they were finally becoming the family she had always wanted.

But now?

Annabeth stared at the man before her, the silence so deafening that her senses hightened to compensate. She could feel every strand of her hair against her face. The tension in the room fit like a noose. The agape expression on his face like gravity. This was going to kill her, and she knew it.

. . .

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #pjo headcanon #pjo fanfic #pjo oneshot #annabeth chase headcanon #annabeth chase angst #annabeth and frederick #excerpt from my journal #excerpt from my drafts

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corazon-sanador · 3 months

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21.01.24

...for me the future is sometimes all I have. When things are unbearable, when I feel as though things will never get better, I think of the future, a time when everything will be okay

#okay im done with posts from this day #i just had alot to say #excerpt from my journal #literature #academia #poetry #love #writing #dark academia #romance #light academia #enero

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crying-in-converse · 5 months

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lesson is: you are cool, people just seem cooler because you dont spend as much time with them as you do yourself. which makes them cool and mysterious and you known. but you are only ever truly known by yourself.

#excerpt from my journal #noromo35 talks

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localwench · 1 year

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I wish I had someone I could rely on to make sure I’m okay, but I just don’t think I’m the kind of person that gets taken care of

#excerpt from my journal #rach talks

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thelifeandletters · 7 months

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Raw wounds on your shivering, fragile hands reaching out to her. Unbroken strings of your broken heart still reaching out to her. Who is she? Is she still greater to you than the peace of sleep? Is she still burning in your throat more than your own welling tears? Is her sight still something that collapses your whole world until you are reborn to carry yourself again? Who are you? Who are you when you stay even when she tells you to leave? Who are you when you leave even when I tell you stay? Who is this between us, so unlike me and you, so sweet like death after pain, so charming like life after rain, so different from me and the thousand letters I have written telling you to stay— torn apart by her bitter ink etched on your soul. May be her wounds glisten at the same places as mine do but the difference is she tells you leave and I tell you to stay.

— manya

#writeblr #writing #my art #writers #excerpt from a book i'll never write #excerpts #excerpt from my journal #life #quotes #words

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cupidenby · 7 months

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yeah the horrors persist but so does the love. it’s hard but the world is still beautiful !!!

#excerpt from my journal #there’s so much love everywhere #idk what to tag this !#my posts

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earlgreykindaday · 2 years

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a picturesque coming-of-age: muffled conversations, sighs in front of the bathroom mirror, feet dangling off the kitchen counter, waiting for the last train, fingers brushing as coffee is passed, old cars on their last leg, the laughter of strangers, rose-tinted glasses, a moment ruined, words left unsaid

#coming of age #romanticism #journaling #escapism #writing #a morbid longing for the picturesque #excerpt from my journal #writeblr #writers

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ardentreader · 9 months

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I get it if you are tired of me. I get it if you can't stand me anymore. But for the love of all the bad things in the world and the good things in me, don't leave. Please don't leave love.

~ Excerpt from a book I'll never write.

#books & libraries #quote #writers and poets #writing #love #creative writing #female writers #writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity #prompts #excerpts #sadnees #sad thoughts #excerpt from a book i'll never write #excerpt from my diary #excerpt from my journal

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autumnalglaze · 1 year

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i want to keep them forever. to preserve their soul within a paint stroke, to hold their heart in my writing. an immortal love that lasts beyond the grave, our hearts reunited in the heavens as the humans admire our romance.

#dark academia #creative writing #writerblr #romantic academia #chaotic academia #free write #prose #poetry #writing #dark academia aesthetic #excerpt from a book i might write #excerpt from my diary #excerpt from a story i'll never write #excerpt from a book i'm writing #excerpt from a book i'll never finish #excerpt from my journal

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sheepskinnedgoat · 10 months

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#excerpt from my journal #personal #writing #journal #depression

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fscottmcmuffin · 1 year

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“He once said to me: ‘The hardest rival you can have is a ‘ghost’ because your inclination is to idealise someone who died a long time ago.”

- Shirley Williams, daughter of Vera Brittain, author of Testament of Youth

#love #my words #writing #spilled ink #excerpt from my journal #testament of youth #vera Brittain

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seraphicsuicides · 1 year

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i dont think i really have a place in this world anymore. im more of a non sentient being. or a fly buzzing around all of the busyness of the world, not hearing, seeing, or grasping onto anything. just being there to witness it.

#lol #me #female hysteria #girlblogging #female manipulator #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #female rage #femcel #lana del rey #lizzie grant #manic pixie dream girl #excerpt from my journal

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corazon-sanador · 2 months

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03.03.24

...Sometimes thats all you can do. Sometimes, the only way that you can show yourself love and care, is by changing your bedsheets and washing your dishes. I'm beginning to learn that that is more than okay.

#excerpt from my journal #marzo #literature #academia #poetry #writing #dark academia #light academia #motivation #inspiration #mental health #mental health awareness #self care #self love

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starrboobookitty · 2 years

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Dear Ultimatum

We always knew this day would come.

That one day it would be over.

That we would be over.

But still we held out for a miracle.

Or maybe I did.

But no, we did.

We held on to this like our bodies were intertwined from the chest, claiming it wasn't our hearts.

We thought it was our heads.

Our emotions filling up rooms that everyone else left.

Filling spaces.

Filling time.

Between our thighs.

Holding onto our sex... No.

Our beds.

No.

Our hearts.

Holding onto our love.

We were too selfish.

No, they call it too young

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Too broken.

But nothing felt broken when I was with you.

Still nothing feels broken when I'm with you.

But I'm not.

It's all lies.

We can do this.

But no, we cant.

You had more time, I had more heart.

No.

You had more heart I had more time.

When you took yours away, somehow you took mine.

My heart was never the issue.

It was my mind.

I do comprehend that certain things they need to end... But things weren't us because we weren't a thing.

We were privilege.

They couldn't see but we could feel.

And somehow now it's reversed but still feels like you're here. Between my thighs.

On my neck.

In my life.

In my fucking head.

And you.....

....you can escape because you've learnt

.... but me.

No.

I've never been this burnt.

I've never been this... Hurt.

You managed to bypass all my security and insecurities to make yourself secure in my surety. But bonds. No bones.

No lines.

No things.

They are meant to be broken.

They are meant to be bent.

I just don't believe that this is all it took for us to be barely "just friends".

And if I could go back to the day I met you, I wouldn't have just stayed home.

I would've told you to stay and make a home out of me.

And you would've left but I wouldn't feel like this. No. I wouldn't think like this.

The feelings are normal - or so I'm told but what could possibly be normal about this. You there. Me here.

What happened to the empire? What happened to our world?

Plans. No, lies. No, plans that were lies. But no plans that were plans before the were lies.

What ever we call them.

Can we have them back?

Can we just be humans that do things.

Can I have some normal back.

Why did you wreck my normal?

Why did you ruin my mind?

#ultimatum #mental breakdown #excerpt from my journal #depression

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cats-otherside · 1 year

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Christmas Feast: misery, served with a side of self-pity

December 24, 2022 - 7... 30p.m.?

A bit of ... pretty misery has settled in my life, the way dust seeps in through the surface of neglected furniture. To be honest ... I’m more numb than exhausted. I think I’m more prone to weak feelings on the occasional empty and quieter hours that come and go; by the time I notice, they’ve already seized some part of me, its familiar novelty like a cold wet slap. I drown in the remaining droplets of cold water.

I’m sad about new things in the same old ways, attaching meanings where they don’t belong. I just hurt in the end, wallowing in a bit of my own satisfaction at the lack of happiness; optimism suddenly seems like a chain to my inner child, and misery is a statement in recognition of my growth in the wrong direction. It’s not true, I know, but I don’t think I really want to admit it - perhaps because there is no right or wrong path; only a path. All the sadness, the blueness, they come in masks and blur and fog up illusions to arouse self-pity. Self-pity is a fool’s way of self-love.

I cannot stop overthinking... I cannot stop thinking. I cry every night to sleep, chest tight and throat raspy, satisfied at the ability to be damaged without trying because that’s all I am and do now, whether I like it or not. My voice is gone afterward, and all I do is think about the wrong people, spend time with the wrong people, blame the wrong people, and possibly love the wrong people. I am sorry for my parents for loving me, and I am sorry for it is only their existence that I want to exist for.

There is no I stand here strong, or whatever, because I don’t even know where I stand... let alone if I’m standing.

Anyways.... Anyways.

Cats-otherside

last entry scrawled in my neglected journal. i mumbled a i’m going to the bathroom to the room full of partying family members but to no one in particular as i slip into my bedroom, grabbing my journal, chest shaking and visions blurring in regret of the three margaritas i thought were a good idea hours ago; my mother visits me, whispering if i am okay, i tell her i am okay, and we return to the party like nothing has happened.

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