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novinablog · 2 days
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If no one wants me
Don't worry
I exist for myself
I will take care of myself
And I will love myself
More than anything
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scatteredthoughts2 · 3 days
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SILENT IS THE NIGHT.
Silent is the night,
when everyone's asleep,
No one hears my pain,
no one hears me weep.
Everyone's in dreamland,
and no one will ever see,
How lonely is my night,
how I ache to dream with thee.
@Ambrose Harte
@Scattered Thoughts
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her reflection was the universe the matter  the dark all the stars and moons  she was 14 billion years and moving faster than light travels expanding forever
i am small in the mirror a distant…
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heartofmuse · 4 months
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Love is many things but it is also an agreement where both parties state their needs, their expectations, their limits. Both must be honest with each other and themselves, and go in with eyes wide open. Things must be talked out loud, and not assumed. Hurts must not be allowed to fester and anything that bothers or upsets you must be brought out to the light even if it is difficult. Communication must always remain open and vibrant for change is inevitable and these conversations must be had constantly. If there comes a time you cannot come to an understanding then please part before bitterness and hurt take over and obliterate every good memory from both of your hearts. Love is an agreement, a pact, a promise, something that must be held in reverence and honored by those involved. 
e.v.e.
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dg-fragments · 8 months
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I write to you, of you, not because our souls are intertwined, neither because you're mine or I'm yours, but because I do not know of any other audience, for these thoughts, in the form of mere words, for this fragmented existence, which reveals through the cracks of past experiences, to lose itself in the captivating beauty, that is yourself.
- DG
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prasannawrites · 6 months
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before i sleep.
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quaintobsessions · 3 months
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The Shape of Things to Come
I swear I’m not staring at her name. It’s only the cast of each letter, the grace, re-entry for my memories carved in clay, all else erased.
That night instead of chasing stray Northern Lights above stone walls of an old water tower, instead of heading back along dark water, singing
through blue air I’d breathed for too many seasons, I arrived at a wheel and a kiln. I swear I’m not staring at her face. It’s just
the effect of her making and unmaking, it’s just her intense concentration. Now that I’m right here, I can’t think of anything else.
I’m only staring at her hands, I swear. Only her hands.
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persephoneshellhounds · 11 months
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Will I ever possess the softness I pretend to have?
— Fray Narte
Gif from: Stealing Beauty (1996) // Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci
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autumnsunshine10 · 5 months
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I could spend all my mornings
Wrapped up in blankets
Like this--your hand in mine
My head on your chest
Wallowing in our lazy Sunday best
Betting on endless tomorrows
The relentless sun seeks us out
Wishing to shine as bright and hot
No such luck but it gets us up
Still I sip my coffee with a smile
Drain the last drop while you wrestle
With the urge for a smoke
Instead you light on my lips
Zoom in till there's zero room for doubts
Then you're wearing my grin
As if it's always been that easy
Effortless, like nothing else
I've never known moments
Like this could exist
Prompts: you and I this morning; wrestling with smoke; still I
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slowfalter · 2 months
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The clouds are so close by today
Summer plums, half baked already
on their boughs
are begging to drip into our mouths
but the wind has lost its chime
today
All my teeth are trying to scream
I’m the dusty plastic plant
that you’re tired of watering
Look
Look at me like I can still breathe
Touch me as if I’m warm
Hold me as if I might be going somewhere,
someday
I want you to look at me
like that rare bird, who by chance, happened upon our hedge
that day
by chance I came across your face
in a crowd and it sang to me
at a frequency only I could hear
You
pluck my nerves like a harp
Let me shiver you
like the clouds when they’re so close
that we’re in them and you say
Look
Look at the clouds
there’s one shaped like you
as if you were a painting
by one of the old masters
Look
Look at you drifting
so beautifully away
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Oh don’t ask me how I feel
I don’t feel much
My heart, in pieces,
Sits abandoned on the windowsill
Basking in the sunlight
Lit red and glorious
An ornamental orb
Nothing more
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internalearthquake · 11 days
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my ghosts within
In the midst of what seems mundane lies a hidden world
Ghosts surround me, accompanying my every step
The lost, the unmet, the real, the imagined
These translucent entities haunt and console me
Wispy figments shift in and out of awareness 
Subdued whispers, their presence felt but never seen 
What may seem ordinary masks profound challenges
I push aside my ghosts who yearn to be acknowledged
Fragile mind oscillates betwixt clarity and confusion
A perpetual struggle to live in the present 
The universe is littered with daily reminders
of what once was… 
of what could have been…
of what I have lost…
of what was never mine…
of what will never be…
Every hushed whisper, every reverberating echo
My ghosts represent these fragments of my narrative
An incomplete history of distortions and illusions
Leaves me feeling incomplete
So, who am I?
What may often be overlooked carries significance to me
Unanswered questions ignite chaos within my mind
I navigate an unsolvable labyrinth of mystery
External investigations cannot unveil these buried truths
Healing lies in reconciling with my ghosts within
Dialogue with them holds the key to my liberation,
Clearing away the misty fog that clouds my perception
By forgiving the past and accepting the unknown,
I can release my ghosts from my internal world
Empowered, I can forge my own narrative,
Finally discovering who I am
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scatteredthoughts2 · 1 month
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Distances So Wide.
I died the day you went away,
I broke up all inside,
I felt my world just slip away,
Like the ebbing of the tide.
I prayed that you'd come back someday,
But the distance was too wide,
My life, my love, had gone away,
And I hung my head and cried.
I begged and pleaded with you to stay,
To be my blushing bride,
But you just smiled and turned away,
And my pleading you denied.
And now there's nothing left to say,
I'm all broken up inside,
My life, my love, has flown away,
And the distance is so wide.
@Ambrose Harte
@Scattered Thoughts
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abrighterspark · 1 month
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if everything inside my head
were spilled out on the page
you'd wonder how i ever kept
the chaos under rein
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heartofmuse · 1 year
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Truth is that the heart needs more forms of love from your partner than just romantic love. It needs the nurturing and unconditional love like the one that comes from a parent. It needs the love that helps you achieve your maximum potential, that empowers your virtues and is patient with your flaws like that of a teacher. It needs the love of a friend who will listen without judgment, who will laugh with you and be your confidant and accomplice. It needs the devoted love of a healer who will tend to your wounds and hurts and never turn a blind eye to your suffering but rather help the healing process knowing all the time the healing and the timing is all yours. Love is more than just romance and passion, and sooner or later it will die out if you do not nurture all the other faces of love. For if love has a thousand faces, how bland would it be if my love for you were the same one all the time. 
e.v.e.
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dg-fragments · 5 months
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Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.
- DG
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