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DEAR READER
Stranger Things
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
I'd rather be in outer space đž
we're not kids anymore.

#extradirty
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@carlyaulston
my mind has poetry surfacing in every crevice, and i knew you destroyed me the most, when i couldnât utter, a single poetic tone.
step-dad
the only man you knew
at such a young age,
the first man youâd look up to
only part of the reason why
you grew up to fast
too young yet,
your youth began to fly away,
breaking off into pieces
every night
yelling , screaming,
you learned to hide your pain,
so you never would become like him.
step father,
the first man to pick something over you,
the first man to make you cry,
the first man to make you believe,
love was scary.
he said he cared yes,
but in a careless way,
to careless to be there
while you wanted to look up to him
past his mistakes..
youâd form an understanding,
he was never going to choose you.
youâd go on to accept boys,
and there no efforts to love you.
your step-father,
only portrayed just enough
for you to think you were more then drugs.
your lovers,
only gave you enough
for you to think theyâd stay.
i used to think to myself,
how could you stay with someone,
who didnât give you what you gave them.
but then i remembered my step-dad
how i trusted him,
and how he betrayed my trust each time.
my step dad,
taught me how to love the men,
who leave you for something else.
-c.a.
its no money november that's where it's november and i dont have any fucking money
I am lowkey unfit for human interaction
NOvember. ive had enough
life is defeating me in ways that feel prolonged, im hoping for the day I feel pure and utter bliss but that day seems so far away.
too far away,
in relation to all my haunting thoughts the people who have abandoned me are showing up in my mind. consuming my brokenness and making me fall apart all over again.
im trying to heal and trying to continue this journey with a smile but how can one smile when all they feel like doing is shedding tears.
i wish it was the way it was before. before i knew how true heart break felt like and before everyone who had power over me got the chance to piece apart my happiness like i was some old puzzle to throw away.
i miss my life. and though ill never get my life back i continue to try. i continue to do this to live on in memory of what used to be and what will never be again.
im sorry for my flaws and my mistakes. my errors in this life and my toxic ways. im trying to become the best me i can be. i just didnât know my worst me had to come out before then. im trying so hard to keep it from coming through that my body feels restless. exhausted from the daily smiles that are merely fake. in hind sight ive vowed to keep my most vulnerable and meaningful parts sacred but itâs all come so cloudy in my head.
you can only abandon a poets heart so much until it becomes heartless.
who am i without my hopeless romantic mind?
ive fathomed for the day someone loved me fully and deeply like ive always loves others but now after so many let downs and betrayals ive been shown that only i will be the one to love like that, never will i experience someone to love me the way i love.
thatâs my love story.
she tried and tried until she didnât even recognize herself anymore.
the end.
Iâve run out of tears to cry but the lump in my throat wonât go away. The restlessness doesnât stop. And I donât know which is worse, crying till I canât breathe or wishing that I could cry because I have no release.
might fuck around and walk into a thick fog and never return idk
when people say everything happens for a reason like are you fucking insane
Brain: Youâre a horrible, worthless, garbage person, and your life is going nowhere but to hell.
Me: I donât know what the fuck you expect me to do about that at 11PM, my dude.
*gently puts my mental health in rice*
if itâs meant for me, I will have it. if it isnât, Iâm prepared to receive something even better.
amen
me @ myself: ok bitch time to get over it
and just like that,
you were gone.
.
Iâm waiting, feels was like centuries at a time.
My time is running out, just for you to look at the clock and say âjust a little longerâ.
Itâs draining, tiring and life is flashing before my eyes. Quickly, itâs taking my bones and weakening them as the clock ticks.
With time my soul disappears, losing the time I once had with you. As the memories fade into a pit of nothing, the only thing I see is the happiness I had floating away from me.
I close my eyes in hopes theyâll come back to me but they were too far gone. I feel the nothingness of memories vacate my mind and turn me into nothing too.
As the time ran out I blinked one more time,praying for one last sight of a memory, then I saw your smile float away like a thought bubble coming to life.
i blinked once again,but you were gone.
-c.a.