QUILL

Original RP musings, Poetry, && Photos Work free to use for non-commercial purposes & w/ credit. Requests Open! cw tags @: ekimus.tumblr.com/triggers

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‘i’m sad’ you say.

no one listens.

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Perhaps the most difficult of all tasks, is the act of learning to love yourself.

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Pretty little words to throw around I love you - Almost as nice as those pretty little lies swelling in your throat and choking you

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If you don’t try as hard, you’ll have one less person to depress one less person to impress - namely yourself Here’s to the road of success

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They were all a little lost knee deep in a world of troubles blind in the darkness stumbling along  until they could find someone who knew the way out

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In 10 years, I’ll be dead in the ground; but I’ll have you know,  I’ve been dead inside, long before I was found.

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What doesn’t kill you, makes you have crippling anxiety & the inability to make true human connections.

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“ PEOPLE ARE NOT ELASTIC. WE RESIST CHANGE. PEOPLE ARE STONE. WE ARE UNMOVING. SO WE MUST PUSH OURSELVES  TO MOVE FORWARD, BUT BEWARE: IF YOU PUSH TOO HARD YOUR BODY WILL CRACK AND BREAK. SO MOVE ALONG GENTLY AND AT YOUR OWN PACE. ” 

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As a person I am worth nothing - Therefore, I must work to my death to prove my worth

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Twas’ a dangerous thing they did loving you more than themselves but in the end it was the only thing they knew how to love

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How sad it is, to think  someone loves you  more than they actually do

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Poison lips whispered In the night To do all that the heavens Warned against

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I could never hope to have you For not even my dreams Could fabricate Perfection

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It’s 2 AM and you’re lying in your bed, wondering what to do You hate the world, and the world hates you

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can’t take a compliment cause they’re all lies i’m a sack of shit and full of fucking vice laughing stock, pitiful kid don’t believe in myself - cause no one else ever did

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and day by day you found, in their presence you no longer wished to die. You were not quite sure yet, not sure if you wanted to live that is but a blade against your throat no longer felt like heaven and the rising of the sun was no longer torture In the mirror your reflection was still scarred, but no longer was full of demons and finally, your lips may have cracked a smile

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Words in your throat so stuck - you’re going to choke bloody lips, broken tooth you can never tell the truth