AnEscape

It's you. Today, tomorrow, always; Captured by Curiosity

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When they ask about us, tell them I made you feel. Hurt or joy, that's powerful.

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[wnq-writers]

January 5th, 4:02 pm - You’re gone. It hurts. February 3rd, 4:57 am - Here I am, crying an ocean of salty tears, writing about your hands and your neck and your smile. And how good you were to me. March 12th, 8:55 am - I saw you across the street. Or was it someone else? I don’t even know. But I felt a pain in my chest and it won’t go away. April 8th, 3:02 pm - Time doesn’t heal. It’s still unbearable, always will be. The weather is getting warmer, flowers are blossoming everywhere and all that happiness makes me want to cry even more. I hope it rains. I’m in pain. May 15th, 7:05 pm - I was at the museum today and that angel from one of the paintings was staring at me. I swear he had your eyes, those creamy eyes that took my breath away every minute of every day. I stood there for half an hour, pretending it was you. People gave me funny looks. Maybe I’m crazy. June 4th, 2:31 pm - I didn’t even get a birthday text from you yesterday. Nothing. I wish I could listen to that flirty lengthy voicemail you left me last year, just one more time. God, I miss your voice. My favorite songs are so worthless when you’re not the one singing. July 13th, 9:46 am - I promise I’m doing my best to get over you but all those little things I’ve been trying so hard to forget keep finding their way back to me. There must be some things I’m good at, but forgetting you isn’t one of them. August 28th, 11:14 pm - I was at a very fancy tea shop this afternoon, with old friends from high school. They got mad at me because I just wasn’t talking. Actually I wasn’t even listening. That lemon tart tasted just like your sweet midnight kisses I used to love – I was busy eating it all. September 26th, 8:49 pm - Another day spent at the library, and there was a book I couldn’t put down because the old pages smelled exactly like your cheeks and your clothes. I think I still love you. October 18th, 12:07 am - I’m breathing again. I find comfort in the wind and the clouds. I have a new found love for dark coffee; something about it fills the hole in my soul. Most nights I spend on the roof, with loud music, loud enough to turn off my thoughts, and I fall asleep right there and it’s lovely. It rained once, I was sleeping soundly and I woke up wet, and I laughed for a while, and then I cried. I’m a mess. November 30th, 1:04 pm - I think I am okay. I don’t flinch at your name anymore. I mean, there are still pieces of you in me, sometimes I remember how the sound of your heartbeat calmed me down and how just one look in your eyes brightened my day. But I’m mostly okay. I hope you are too. December 14th, 5:01 am - I don’t want to sleep. At least I can control my thoughts when I’m awake. But what can I do when I feel you in my dreams? What can I do? I don’t know anymore. I’m exhausted. January 1st, 1:11 am - There’s champagne and glitter and laughter and you’re not there but everyone is happy and so am I. A text from you. « Happy New Year :) ». Breathe in, breathe out. « Happy New Year! ». Sent. That’s it. Simple. No bitterness. No unnecessary feelings. We’re okay. We are okay. Cheers to a new year, my dear. Cheers.

btheocean - It was good while it lasted (via wnq-writers)

Real.

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I miss you.

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So UKIP are going to give back our National identity. From what I can see, the identity we left behind a number of years ago, we left it for a reason. We were elitist, racist and so out of touch with society. I am glad we have moved on from that, I am glad there has been no place for far right parties to have a voice. The day that changes, will be the day I no longer believe in our national identity. The one of acceptance, love and equality.

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I love the word “fuckboy”. After so many years of constantly hearing “slut”, “skank”, and “whore” mainly used as insults against women, it’s great to have one specialized for men. It’s great that we’re coming together to call out annoying, perverted, irrelevant men by calling them “fuckboys”. I love it. More, please.

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Surely this is not the way forward? "Can't beat them join them" attitude. Education over retaliation.

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Perfect has never interested me. I want faults, idiosyncrasies, flaws and fears. I want something real. You.

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Youth

Right now is the youngest you are going to be...

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Ethnological exposition..."Human zoo" 1958. How did these exist? More importantly, how have I never heard of these?

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Nicknames.

I have many, but she used to call me butthead. Usually when I was being annoying. I miss that.

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Is this the start?

When we first started talking, I couldn't conclusively say I was over my ex. I ended it, sure, but sometimes you do things for the benefit of others. I know I did. I made a great decision, a year later and she is so happy. She has met a new guy, who she has now been with a good few months. I couldn't be more happy for her. I don't think that Id be able to be this happy for her, if I hadn't have met you. When we first started talking we just got on. Our sense of humour is similar. You annoy me, I annoy you...it works. I don't know what we are, or what we might become, but I know that I have loved these last few months. That's down to you. I can't help but smile when you text me. Today for example, you're skiing. I haven't heard from you in a couple of days, and today you pop up on my phone. Just saying hello. Nothing more. Day made. It's moments like these you remember. Like our first kiss. On our first date. Too fast? I don't know, if it feels right you should go for it. You'd probably say ideal. I think that's probably what we are for each other right now...ideal. I like to think so. So here's to whatever we are, or whatever we will become. I'm just going to enjoy the journey.

[monsters-like-when-rains]

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She gives me that tingly feeling. That warmth. I can't stop thinking about her. This could be dangerous.

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I saw this a year ago today and made a note...To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life. Walter Mitty couldn't be more right. I remember typing that out and thinking about the girlfriend I had just broken up with. I had just dropped her home after watching the film. I stupidly believed that our friendship could be salvaged from the wreckage. It couldn't, but I'm glad about that. We would just be holding each other back still.

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So I saw my ex yesterday

We have broken up for over a year. She has moved on, she has a boyfriend of around 6 months. I have moved on. Yet I walked into the bar, saw her friends look at me in disgust and I saw the back of her. I heard her friend explain who had just walked in. Of course, there was a time that when I walked into a room her smile would fill it. She would come bounding over to me, and greet me with the warmest embrace and kiss. Not anymore. This time, she couldn't turn and face the man she once loved. Her body sunk lower in her chair, almost hoping it would block her from my gaze. Maybe another time, I so hope just to hear her voice again, and she hear mine. Just to wish her the very best, and all the happiness she desires. She deserves it.

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Ignorance breeds ignorance. There can be no equality, no peace with the existence of ignorance. Educate yourself. Don't be indoctrinated by the ignorant and misinformed.

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Why do we let ideals of the past lead our present and future? Racism based on archaic events, notions and events. Those still allowing racism to exist and thrive, are those stuck in the past.