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There is a subtle movement starting where people will inspire each other again through non traditional means. It will likely connect & unfold out of desperation but it will prevail because of the necessity of humanity to evolve. It will not be easy
Wolfmommma
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I love words but they never seem to be entirely my own.
Six Word Stories: Vol 4
I'm broken and can't be fixed.
"I guess she'll have to do…"
Nobody knows what punctuality is anymore.
Pills are what keep me alive.
I just want to hold them.
i tried to keep up, racing for so long, but then i switched gears. i go at my own pace now.
not feeling like yourself - what could be worse?
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poetry
an argument
"Of course we're still in love!"
A statement they tell us kids, accompanied by
Cries of hurt
Tears of anger
Shakings of the house,
Right down to the foundation,
Cracking and breaking
Your children.
story nugget
She sipped tea out of her favorite mug, the one she refused to throw away when it had slipped out of her hand and chipped. Her hair was still in the messy bun it had been in when she slept, a warm blanket cocooning her on the sofa. A smile blossomed when she saw him emerge from the shadowed hallway. He returned her beam and glided towards her. What a shame, he thought, that this must end.
-emv
poetry
pretty
“Am I pretty?”
You are not pretty, exactly.
No, you have to be more than that.
Radiant as the sun,
Striking as a set or rise,
Beautiful as the first blossom
On a cherry tree,
As perfect as the
Lily I gave to you
When we first started -
Whatever this is.
I am dumbstruck by you
Every time you enter a room
Or open your mind
And enlighten the world with your
Brilliant thoughts.
So, no, you’re not pretty.
Exactly.
-emv
