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fame is a gun, behind-the-scenes
in this relationship, we never did anything the easy way. we found each other, lost each other — left when we wanted to stay, stayed when we probably should’ve left. there were moments where loving u felt like the most natural thing in the world and others where it felt like trying to hold onto something that kept slipping through my hands. and still... it was always you. not in a "everything works out perfectly" way, but in the kind of way where you choose someone even when it would be easier not to. where you walk away and somehow still find your way back. again and again. years later, we just needed time to become the people who could finally stay and for once, it feels like we’re not running out of time.
the weeks that followed were blissful in the quietest way. days melted into beach afternoons, salt on our skin, time slipping past without being counted. at night, we always returned to that small house near the coast. dinners stretched late, windows open, the air warm and unhurried. we smoke, spoke softly, laughed easily, careful not to mention tomorrow. it felt endless then, and somehow I still didn't let myself fully sink into it.
now, when I think of that bench, those late night drives, I realize those weeks were already memories in the making.
happy three years anniversary, my dear diary 💟
Salma Deera, "Salt"
i carry your absence like proof of feeling,
because even unseen,
my heart still chooses you.
oh my, an Alice in Wonderland inspired castle
to those who find the darkness long before the morning even remembers to rise.
I don’t tell them this, but loving them has made me a collector of small dooms.
every night I fall asleep wondering if they will still be here when morning comes. and every sunrise feels like a miracle they don't know they're granting me.
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this feels like an operatic confrontation, something intimate yet immense
we used to look at the same sky, counting the same stars, believing the night would never end.
now, one of us stands beneath it and the other has become the brightest star — a light I long for, forever beyond my grasp.
when the night comes, I look up and for a fleeting moment, it feels like we’re watching the same sky again.
they dressed me in white, but the veil was a shroud.
the bells rang not for love, but for the pact of blood
that chained me to a stranger’s hand.
if I must die,
let me die knowing love touched me once,
before the world demands my silence again...
growing older feels less frightening for ourselves than for what it means for the ones we hold dear. watching your loved one's energy fades is like being reminded, in the most intimate way, that time doesn’t just age us — it takes away the versions of people we once knew, leaving us clinging onto what remains. it's a strange kind of grief, almost unsettling, to mourn those who are still breathing. and it leaves us with two emotions — gratitude for what remains and sorrow for what is gone. I wish I wasn't so observant sometimes, because I wouldn't notice every little change in people. but I can’t help it and that's what makes my heart aches.
I just miss him
I got this record from Tangerine and the owner was super nice to my friend and I as he gifted us each a LP record ! I chose a Donna Summer record just like my friend did, so we kind of match