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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Janaina Medeiros
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@bemyicecream
I sound like a broken record. Doing the same old shit, going nowhere. Too scared to change, too scared to accept, too scared to live. What's one more distraction? What's one more excuse? Feed the ego, you're starving anyways.
I am tired. I am broken. I am a sadist.
Can't even write for shit.
by Emilia Morariu
bliss.
Felt alive for the first time in a minute today. Never taking this for granted.
Fuck you, but more importantly fuck me. Fuck me for taking this. Fuck me for stooping low. Fuck me for being incompetent. Fuck me for still being fucking hopeful.
FUCK.
The loneliest I've ever felt. The most insecure I've ever felt. The weakest I've ever felt. It gets better, only because it can't get any worse. Pathetic.
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Besomething
Butterflies. For the first time in 10 years, excited, terrified, ecstatic and again terrified.
What if I am not enough? Ugh, I hate me sometimes.
It's about time, though. I've been waiting for this. I want this. I don't need it but I want it god dammit.
Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn't frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud Life doesn't frighten me at all. Mean old mother goose Lions on the loose They don't frighten me at all Dragons breathing flame On my counterpane That doesn't frighten me at all. I go boo make them shoo I make fun Way they run I won't cry So they fly I just smile They go wild Life doesn't frighten me at all. Tough guys in a fight All alone at night Life doesn't frighten me at all Panthers in the park Strangers in the dark No, they don't frighten me at all. That new classroom where Boys pull all my hair (Kissy little girls With their hair in curls) They don't frighten me at all. Don't show me frogs and snakes And listen for my scream. If I am afraid at all It's only in my dreams. I've got a magic charm That I keep up my sleeve, I can walk the ocean floor And never have to breathe. Life doesn't frighten me at all Not at all Not at all Life doesn't frighten me at all.
Maya Angelou
Thoughts started wondering around the rooms of my mind filling the void and breaking the comfort of silence and then they started propagating and forming patterns just like how a geometric shape can get more complex, repetitive and fractal. My thoughts built a door to the mansion of my mind and as time passed the mansion got dusty and the door hinges got rusty and i had forgotten how the silence that lived was longing to be filled with many different beautiful melodies until one day someone threw a master key my way and asked me to give it a shot and try it on my door and told me it had worked on theirs, at first i was very skeptical of not only the existence of the door but that of the mansion as well. I picked up the key and figured how much worse can it get and quickly put it in the keyhole and tilted, The minute that door opened my mansion was bombarded with colorful wind that swept away the dust and reminded me of the silence that once lived, the white light that could be diffracted into whatever color i desired, the blank painting board that lures any artist, the source which allows thoughts to come into being. I watched in amazement as i tore apart the rusty hinges and threw the door down an endless pit. I'M FREE, i screamed my lungs out till one day it started raining and i realised throwing the door away was a mistake and that now i have to let my thoughts build a new door, a door that I'll always have the key to.
Just in case there's just one left..
