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July, save me from myself

I only have memories of being in a house during the summer

Excusing my depression with heat and humidity

Seeing her ashes 45 times a day, never escaping her grave

“How can you be so sad in a season filled with so much joy?”

Only her echoes in a silent haunted house

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without any assistance or guidance from you i have loved you assiduously for 8 months 2 wks & a day i have been stood up four times i’ve left 7 packages on yr doorstep forty poems 2 plants & 3 handmade notecards i left town so i cd send to you have been no help to me on my job you call at 3:00 in the mornin on weekdays so i cd drive 27 ½ miles cross the bay before i go to work charmin charmin but you are of no assistance i want you to know this waz an experiment to see how selfish i cd be if i wd really carry on to snare a possible lover if i waz capable of debasin my self for the love of another if i cd stand not being wanted when i wanted to be wanted & i cannot so with no further assistance & no guidance from you i am endin this affair this note is attached to a plant i’ve been waterin since the day i met you you may water it yr damn self - ntozake shange

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midnight-sunnydale

Bella x Edward text posts part 2

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“Babe is it cute how I never shut the fuck up” asdfghjkl; me @ andy ahgghhhhhhhh

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“I Can Fix It”

Artist: Justin Novak 🪡

Tornado,

Some months ago, you caused a tornado in me

I don’t think it matters if it was intentional or not

You were wind, fire, rain, storm; the perfect conditions

Unsuspecting me, I looked into your eyes and realized I never saw you— had never really looked at you

Somehow the way you move, the way you are, I cannot live without

Every time you talk to me, I hear a faint train in the back of my mind,

I hear it in my dreams when I’m with you,

Tornado,

I don’t think I’ll ever catch you,

But I know you will haunt me forever

literaryvein

L. V., conversations in the dark

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illustratus

Selene Thrown Down by Argus ― Ferdinand Keller

“See this with me, hear this with me. Feel this with me.” // things I can’t say part 4

I wish you could feel the same sand that is so hot under my feet from the sun, burning me so I have to hop and run as fast as I can to the water to cool them off. Specifically, I wish you could feel the moment with me when my feet touch the sand as it makes contact with the ocean, that first feeling of relief, how sweet it is.

Every time I see a sunset, I wonder if you’re looking at the same sunset too. Are you dreaming of the past? Is there something you wish you could change? What about the future? Where do you see yourself in five years? Every time somebody asks me that, I always tell them that I just hope I’m happy. Whatever I’m doing with my life, I just hope that I’m happy doing it. I hope when you dream about the future, I hope you’re happy about it too.

And when you hear a song, what do you hear? Do you hear the tempo, the melody, the voice of the person singing? Do you immediately start daydreaming about what the song makes you feel? Do you have to look up the lyrics of the song like I do to understand what they’re saying? Is there a line that makes you stop and think wait. I have to start this over, I have to hear that again. And you know, you know you’ll never feel the same way again that you felt the first time you heard the song, but you listen to it again and again to hear new things that you didn’t hear before — sometimes I have to turn the song down to really hear it — sometimes I wonder if you experience things the same way I do.

#personal #yearning hours #I clearly hate myself