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I write our names on every street I pass asking love to find us, when the truth is he found me long ago but you weren’t there.

This poem tells of how I loved you but also of how you didn’t love me too.

My hands tremble when you touch them and it takes days to hold things properly again. But the fact is: I can’t blame hearts for not beating the same.

Maybe what I’m looking for was never yours to give.

I wonder if it’s time to let you go and hold myself instead.

“The walk back from Unrequited Street,” Alaska Gold.

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I love the fact that Parks and Rec uses the same documentary style as The Office without there being any actual documentary crew or any in universe attempt at explaining it. There’s just this invisible camera crew and that’s how the world is. It’s the best. It’s so weird and the lack of explanation makes it better.

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still not over Zendaya’s Joan of Arc

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“Look at you, so full of light. Not afraid to get burned, not afraid to burn out.”

— “You live and do it so well,” from Growing Light. Alaska Gold.

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can I call you cutie?

You can call me Ponyo.

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why am I crying so much?

Because you’re covered in little flower seeds, and they need a lot of water.

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“Look at the darkness in you, this is where the stars are born. Don’t let them tell you differently.”

— Alaska Gold.

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On the corner with main street there’s a place where broken things can be replaced with better ones instead.

Two cents for a new hand. Twenty for one that won’t hold on to anyone.

I met a boy there once, said to him his eyes looked like the moon’s and only God knows why he smiled a moment later.

These days I wake up and make sure my eyes don’t forget to open. It feels like someone turned off the lamp on their way out of my heart, and I’m still looking for the light switch.

Even speaking feels like bruising now.

So when I found you there, smile trembling like it hadn’t been used for days, looking for something to replace. I knew the world had been treating us the same.

I reached out, there was a star lodged between your ribs and I wanted to ease your kind of hurting.

But it wasn’t a star— that was your heart glowing.

“We were more than our hurting,” Alaska Gold.

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Mon soleil. 💜🍔🍝

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There are 4 things I learned when I was 25:

You do not have to be affectionate all the time to care for someone, in fact, caring can also mean a couple of texts or silence for a few days while you both live your lives happily and separately.

People do not care for you less when they’re busy with their own lives. It’s your reaction to them being their own person - and your ability to make yourself happy - that determines how they feel about you.

Not everyone reciprocates to your actions the same way. If you want someone to acknowledge, be interested in, or treat you a certain way for your efforts, all you have to do is let them know. They will try their personal best to accommodate that within their personal spectrum of feelings.

No one owes you 100% of them, not even after 30 years, because someone having a percentage of themselves is what keeps them sane at the end of the day and that’s okay.