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& i always ask myself in what way i want to be loved. if there’s anything in this world that could make me feel safe— no more buzz, free from chaos, safe & sound— it’s myself. so how do i want to be loved? is it by letting me be fond of my solitude? but i fond of company, too. so, how do i want to be loved?
pun hancur, hancurlah sepenuhnya. ku bentuk ulang karena perbaiki pun tidak perlu.
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After a day has passed
sorry for spacing out too much.
melebur hancur dalam serpih-serpih yang sama sekali tak rapi. pun jika harus kembali menyatu, rupa cantik bagaimana yang luarnya saja sudah retak?
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some people may hate night, because it gives them space and time to create a big scenario of their lives, either good or bad scenarios—mostly the bad ones.
i used to hate it, i used to think about things that weren’t meant to be, i used to make a scenario of how things should be done, of things that could be worse, of things that weren’t happened. i might hate the night, too. and i might hate myself more in the morning.
i haven’t overcame it. i haven’t made peace with those late-night-thoughts, they’re still haunting me and deep inside it feels like they’re trying to bury me, slowly.
but the good news is, i don’t hate night anymore. it feels odd because now—i am in love with the night more than the day. i enjoy my solitude when my world is in dark-and-silence-mode. better? nah. those old scenarios still revolve. but at least, i don’t have to feel ruthless at nights, i enjoy myself, i overcame my loneliness.
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Has pensado como se vería el cielo desde lo alto?
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In rural Scotland you will stumble upon isolated houses in the most breathtaking locations and I entertain myself by making up stories about what the lives of the people inside are like. E.g. Byron and Mary live in that house with a Jack Russell named Rufus. Mary makes the sweetest blackcurrant pie and Byron takes his boat out nightly to placate the loch monsters with said blackcurrant pie. Loch monsters love pie, if you didn’t know. Rufus warns the couple of the land creatures that creep in the fog of the night. They live in contented (if not occasionally chaotic) symbiosis with the cryptids.
i’m not alone, but how does it still feel like i’m dying?
to every sorrow i’ve ever suffered, i let you go so please, leave me with bliss.
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