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So with the coffee mug drinks,
the stale olive bread,
The bucket list views,
Three free meals a day,
We’re living the life, they say.
This family is tied
By salt water and angst,
By three to a room,
By sleepy group meals,
By a collective escape.
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I drink french 75’s out of metallic coffee mugs,
I eat stale bread with balsamic because I can.
I feel like a different class
with my half-assed amenities
but on the water..I am, we are.
We complain about the next day while looking forward to the when and where.
Family isn’t always connected by blood,
Especially when you live in a communal hood.
We hate and love the comings and goings,
A good one leaves and then another is on.
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“if you send for me you know I’ll come
If you call for me, you know I’ll run.
I’ll run to you, I’ll run to you.”
-Lana Del Rey
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“It occurs to me as I fight so hard with myself that these cruel and persistent voices are the echoes of trauma from the times when people treated me like I am now treating myself. And that, perhaps, it is possible to close an inner door and shut out voices that are not mine. In the last light of a long day, I sit on a chair on my porch and watch the sky drain colors down and out and I realize I want to hear my voice and only mine. Not the voice of my voice within a cacophony of old pains. Just mine, now.”
— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
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Do you ever have that one place away from home, that feels like your real home? like all you want is to be there? Missing my home away from home a little extra tonight
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All I want is for you to remember that I was here, and I loved you.
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I may not feel this pain forever, but it will always haunt me until the day I die.
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“No one has ever become poor by giving.”
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Anne Frank,
diary of Anne Frank (via coral)
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“Life is an hourglass being tapped on the table a little too often; no matter how hard I try to keep the sand from falling down, the harder the grains cloud my eyes like the smoke that fills your car during our night time drives.”
- Hours Turn Into Days That Turn Into Months That Turn Into Years ( via @urbanf-ck )
#poetry#expressive writing#creative writing#writing#issues#mental illness#time#hourglass#late night thoughts
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There are two kinds of Thin Mints. All US Girl Scout cookies are made by one of two bakeries that each have a similar-but-unique recipe for their cookies. This is why most Girl Scout cookies have two different names. If your local troop sells Tagalongs and Samoas, their cookies are baked in Kentucky, but Peanut Butter Patties and Caramel deLites come from Virginia. Source Source 2 Source 3
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