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actually iโve done a lot of work on myself since we last spoke and i wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself and that i hope you die
"I lost myself in love and never heard again, never. Everyday I wish for a notification that will never come, but that hope comes with a sweet pain, which feels good and I am so used to it now, that it doesn't sting me anymore."
-Me
i planned my entire life with you
you were every poem
every song
i saw your beauty in every piece of art
i connected you to every thought and experience
.. i still do
only now iโm immediately reminded of how none of it is real
it canโt be you
it CANT be you
it canโt be YOU
it cant be..
โIโm sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.โ
โ Warsan Shire
They said: "time heals" but dostoevsky said, "one never forgets the taste of certain tears."
If only to ruin us all over again, please, one more time?
How could I not despise winter when the absence of warmth in every moment reminds me of you? How could I not be scared?
Interwoven.
L. V., writing on the sky
L. V., excerpts from a past life
L. V., writing as you sleep
Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931
how could you say you love me?
that iโm all you ever wanted .. ever could want?
that iโm your other half.. your soul?
how can you say that like you havenโt left before??
like you havenโt done what you did?
..
you canโt.
youโve already shown me itโs not true.
โI hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to beโ
โ Kriti G.