‘If time is a vessel, then learning to love
Might be my way back to sea’
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Love Begins

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Show & Tell
YOU ARE THE REASON
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‘If time is a vessel, then learning to love
Might be my way back to sea’
Interpol- Public Pervert

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make her ur bestfriend and ur babygirl
The first time I wrote I love you to her, I was 13. Now I can whisper, I’m in love with you❤️
lesbian culture is staying up way later than is wise so you can talk to a girl
And I think of her with every yawn and fresh cup of coffee the next morning❤️
Temperance
I still have not lost
Hope in the
Hopes of You.
When you’re done
Not knowing
You know I will be here
Waiting, patiently for you.
You are Fire & I am air.
Together, we set the World Ablaze
That is why I still
Wait.
You are my Twin Flame.
N.G

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Ink
People bleed Red
Poets bleed Black.
N.G
Psych 101
You’re actions
Will Always
Betray your secrets.
N.G
360
First I prayed,
For you to stay.
Then I begged,
For you to go away.
Slowly, I agreed,
To let you go.
Today, my only wish,
Is that you find happiness
And you’re okay.
N.G
It seems that dreams are the work not of mind but of desire, not of the head but of the heart…
Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via philosophyquotes)
I’m gay for Dostoyevsky.

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Prince Chance the First Of His Name. Breaker Of Sorrow. Lord of my Heart. Never imagined I would find the love of my life in Mexico, but here he is and I love him more than I imagined my heart could love. #nofilterneeded #lesbiansandtheirdogs #godsgift https://www.instagram.com/p/B040sGfBYb8UEZiovwjWLtGrWho2ltn1lCDFRM0/?igshid=fgcf31gz3huo
death
The Empress and Death. The rise of the Phoenix after casting aside what was not yours to carry or love in the first place.
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”
— Khalil Gibran
“Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters.”
— John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson
Retrograde
Lying wide awake
Under a new moon
Feeling Baby Blue
For you.
N.G

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Bloodlines
My mother was never loved
By her mother.
So naturally she didn’t
Know how to love her
Daughters.
My mother’s father touched her
In placed that are not
Meant for fathers to touch.
Coincidently, my father touched
Me in places
I don’t let anyone touch.
I’ve locked those parts of me
That no one
Is allowed to visit.
My mother tore my father down,
Called him stupid and useless
For not knowing
How to read right, spell right or speak right.
Is it any wonder, I grew up
Knowing I was not good enough
For love,
Unless I was perfect?
My father was a funny, charming man
Who hid his insecurities well.
He searched for parts of
Himself with
Every woman that fell
Under his spell.
I see why, I hate being alone.
Searching to and fro
For the womb I can make
My home.
But they are never enough
I always start so high
And I end up
Trashed, shattered and alone.
I snorted my first line
The winter of 99’
I didn’t care if I lost everything
For the first time
I felt whole
My heart sang instead of bleed.
This is a sad tale about me
The people who beat my heart so deep
And scattered my name into
The winds and sea.
This is the battle cry of victory.
In the end,
I found the key to unlock
My bedroom door.
In the end,
I found every alphabet of my
Name too.
In the end,
I was reborn, and my fate
Is my own.
And in me, I found
Love,
Acceptance
And a home.
N.G