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almost home
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Xuebing Du
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Sade Olutola
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Not today Justin
Andulka
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@gracelessnight
to finding;
hands reaching out towards each other in the depths of the sea, a lone lighthouse standing in the midst of the ocean, waves that roar and grow only taller, the sea spray and the salty breeze kissing your face, odd things washing up onto shore, letters written in cursive and effortless script, beholding the words of a lover.
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"We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real ?"
âRay Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953).
i suppose iâm simply a graveyard of unspoken words
there is just something so volatile about mothers and their first-born daughters
back on this little app, curled in my familiar corner because i am, once again, weary of the life iâve been made to live
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Maybe all we ever wanted was to just express ourselves.
Cast To Sea
To be alone.
To be alone and to be lone.
To be I who is made of stone,
I who was cast upon the sea by hands of common glow.
To be me yet not to roam,
But just to ebb along the darkened waves to lands unknown.
To forever wonder what life was like when water never flowed.
To forever wonder if Iâll find another in this land of sinking stones.
âYou want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated so that people can say âWow, isnât he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?â You think Iâll be the dark sky so you can be the star? Iâll swallow you whole.â â Warsan Shire
how strange it is, for someone to exist where they are, yet with you. how a certain scent reminds you of how a friend used to bake their cookies, how distant laughter sends your head instinctively turning. how my senses were taught to alert me of you even when youâre so far gone, like a dog sitting at a train station day after day, awaiting its owner who might never come home.
youâre the echo i listen out for every day; i call and i pray that itâs you who answers
Anne Sexton, from âLeaves That Talk,â in The Complete Poems
[text ID: Yes. / Itâs May 20th and the leaves, / green, green, wearing their masks / and speaking, calling out their Sapphic loves, / are here â here â here â]
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to finding;
hands reaching out towards each other in the depths of the sea, a lone lighthouse standing in the midst of the ocean, waves that roar and grow only taller, the sea spray and the salty breeze kissing your face, odd things washing up onto shore, letters written in cursive and effortless script, beholding the words of a lover.
aLMOST TWO ENTIRE YEARS OF THIS POST BEIN UP AND ONLY NOW IM FINDING OUT THAT I SPELT LIGHTHOUSE WRONG??đđđ
oh do excuse me, i have been overcome with an inescapable bout of yearning
âthe road which leads me to you is safe even when it runs into oceans.â
- edmond jabès
thanks for tuning into existential brain spiral! previously, we had âi am yearning for escapismâ! next up, we have âi despise physical touch but i crave affectionâ, âwill i ever truly be lovedâ, and âcan i and will i let myself be loved?â! tonight we have a special bonus episode: âwill i ever be okay with vulnerability without cringing myself into a black holeâ!
how strange it is, for someone to exist where they are, yet with you. how a certain scent reminds you of how a friend used to bake their cookies, how distant laughter sends your head instinctively turning. how my senses were taught to alert me of you even when youâre so far gone, like a dog sitting at a train station day after day, awaiting its owner who might never come home.
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how funny it is that i romanticise love yet fear the vulnerability that entails it..
there is something so beautiful about hearing people speak in their first language, their mother tongue. itâs as if youâre hearing them truly speak for the first time and suddenly you see rolling fields, cliffs and mountains, wind running through a forest. every day i wish that i could understand every language of the universe so that it can be more than music to my ears.
