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[perfectfeelings]

“At some point you just have to let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening.”

— Unknown

[perfectquote]

“Make yourself a priority. At the end of the day, you’re your longest commitment.”

— Unknown

[reemillustrated]

snoopy encourages you to buy a new book!

[nixscriptum]

[remanence-of-love]

[anothertragichero]

The problem is that I am this for others, but no one is taking the time or effort to return it to me...and that makes it harder to keep being that person trying

[paper-wounds]

via

[perfectquote]

“Repeat this until you understand it: I do not need people who do not need me.”

— Unknown

[nixscriptum]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Time passing isn’t an apology. (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[anothertragichero]

I'm floating, aimless and alone, surrounded by black. Nothing can be seen for miles. I can feel there's a long tether attached to me, but I have no clue what is on its other end - is it even anchored to anything? And I don't think anyone notices me - how I am alone, floating, passing by. Or if they do notice, they don't seem to care, and their stares are the faint stars dotting the dark vastness around me. Occasionally the tether tightens, jerks me toward something, and I feel seen; I feel attached. But once relief starts to settle in my chest, the line goes slack again. A sick false sense of hope. And I can pull and pull on the line, but I move nowhere closer. I've no idea how to make more tethers, more connections.

To stop floating,

waiting,

hoping;

to land.

[anothertragichero]

my existence was an interruption,

an inconvenience

two parallel lines

encased in plastic

met with frustration,

not a celebration

my entrance to life a quick annoyance

the walls of our home

seethed with subtle rage

and I tried to be quiet,

to shrink,

to blend in with the paint

I fear the anger,

the pain

bled from them into my veins

my skin boiling hot

as I try to keep it all contained

your homefire keeps burning within me

I'm overheated

my insides turning to

ashes

[anothertragichero]

Now I'm sitting

in my underwear

by the window,

watching the sun kiss

the world goodnight,

picking at my scabs

from past hauntings,

while the future

tangles twisted thoughts

into my hair's knots.

~can't sleep~

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Greg Santora

[anothertragichero]

Writing prompt: amber light

We spend the afternoon

warming our skin

beneath the sun,

sharing dandelion kisses.

I steal glances into

his amber eyes,

which melt my

misanthrope disguise.

The romantic birthed

deep into my bones

attaches him to all

the metaphors I write

with ink as black

as his morning coffee.

My heart unlocks the door,

the creak it emits

rings to guide him close

to tuck him away

in the sunflowers

of my soul.

I feel his bright glow

as I whisper,

"you are home."

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Sorry the above doesn't specifically state the prompted words "amber light" anywhere but I was imagining how light reflects off amber eyes and created this. Hope this is okay!

[vexheart]

[naturaekos]

[remanence-of-love]