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"her aura is made of poetry, roses, and galaxies"

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fallout

isn't it funny

the last thing we told each other

was to reach out

in tears 一

whenever either of us were drowned

yet somehow

neither of us ever did

now that we fell out

ー eva, 3/3,26 (10:08pm)

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she is not a best friend of mine.

we rarely spend time together, never hung out like best friends would, but she is always there during the moments when i needed a shoulder to lean on, to rest, and put down this facade for once.

she is not a best friend of mine, but i guess she is, in a way ? but more like a human diary. you know how everyone has a different personality for different people ? because some people just bring out different sides of ourselves 一 and with her, i am the most raw, unfiltered version of myself. she has seen my scars on the most intimate parts of my body, the ones i covered perfectly under layers of clothes.

she is not a best friend of mine, but i'm glad she is a part of my life, my human diary.

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wdyslm

i wonder

when did you start loving me ?

was it the stolen glances at the library

or the 3am shared laughters,

perhaps it is the random text you sent

that then became the best accident

poems written,

letters exchanged,

"who knows this might be the last letter?"

became a curse

that i did not know then

would haunt me for years

when did you stop loving me ?

i wonder

一 eva, 25/2, 26 (4:46pm)

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forget me ... not.

forget my name,

but never the laughter we shared

forget my name

but not the times we spent

sure

forget my name,

and move on with your life

but please i mourn

remember my soul

for now that you are gone

a part of my heart is far from whole

- eva, 11/16, 25

[portraitofglue]

Research ideas for bored people

Religious cults in ancient societies

Poison and why it’s so prominent in mystery novels

Methods of forensic investigations throughout the years

Influence of fashion based on past media

The transition to the Renaissance and renaissance philosophy

The pioneers of Pop Art

Artists in times of war

Music and political propaganda

Symbolism in surrealistic art

The Trail of Tears

Dead branches of evolution

Art Fraud

Barbie doll fashion

Southern Asian Empires

Advance of science and maths in Islamic kingdoms

Dark academia and its subtle racism and elitism/classisms

What defines as ‘alien’ in different cultures

Opium War

Modernism in South America

Egyptian revolution

White washing in media

Racial identity in the Caribbean

History of puppetry in Chinese drama

Problems revolving organized crimes

Cuban missile crisis and the Cold War

any true crime case that fascinates you

Your views on immortality

Feral children and the impact of isolation

Themes of self discovery in Albert Camus ‘The Stranger’

Early concepts of feminism in literature and then later on music

Add some of your own in the comments :)

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want someone who randomly re-confesses their love for me every single day just on a whim

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oh look, it's little miss can't fall asleep without her goodnight wishes

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hopeless romantic

i've always loved the feeling of being in love.

as a hopeless romantic,

i want to feel the adrenaline rush

that leaves me in a frantic state

as my pulse goes up,

which then i would brush off

"i don't need that kind of stuff".

but deep down, i know i long to feel love

the kind of love between warm pages of books

like how every romance movie would ensure

i wanna write thousands of poetry

and be the reason someone goes to therapy

but then again,

maybe the kind of love i want is too much for them

so surreal, it is insane

maybe someday i will end up kissing a man

but somehow still spend the night drinking a bottle of champagne

alone, as my tears fall

in vain

for i am a hopeless romantic,

after all

ー eva, 2/19

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yeah i can be an asshole but i'm sure as hell i'm capable of making u smile like an idiot that u already are

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reflection

we were so much alike

you and i

from favourite colour

to our taste in guys

our bond was like no other

yet maybe that is why

i could never love her

as my companion

tell me how could i

if sometimes i can't even love

my own reflection

ー eva, 2/6

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almost something

they were friends ;

friends who spoke like lovers

and acted like a couple

for there were barriers that

burst their bubbles

and defied all the odds of "what could've been".

no strings were attached

yet the feelings were shared.

no, they didn't date

and they definitely weren't exes,

it was perplexing.

but deep down they knew,

they knew

they were each other's ex-something,

an ex-maybe,

more like an ex-almost.

'cause oh only heaven knows,

they were the perfect definition of "almost".

ー eva, 12/17

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invisible ink

he is an open book

with different handwritings

filling every blank page

yet all along

there was an invisible ink

brimming every surface

ー eva, 1/29

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if you said you know them, no you don't

if you said you know them,

no you don't.

you don't know about their tear-stained cheeks,

for they always seem to glow radiantly, so to speak.

if you said you know them,

no you don't.

little did you know about their silent battles,

for their mind told them to put their feelings in a bottle,

shove them away,

albeit much to their dismay.

if you said you know them,

no you don't.

you have zero idea about how badly they wanted to shout,

yet no words come out of their mouth.

if you said you know them,

no you don't.

you really don't,

for their tears are full of unspoken phrases,

the evidence of their untold misery,

and the anger they hold within.

ー eva, 1/18

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my favourite reverie

oh

to be smitten,

tangled with silly little cuteness

as the butterflies flapped their wings

a little too furiously.

it felt so short,

like fleeting moments

slipping through my fingers.

but the cold breeze

the smell of rain

and the memories

will remain,

unforgettable ;

my favourite reverie.

// eva, 11/27

[literatureaesthetic]

annotated books are my weakness

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it just makes me incredibly happy whenever someone asks "as usual ?" or "our regular spot ?" or something along the same lines like ????? omg ???? we have our own special spot ??? and things that we do frequently ??? to the point where it becomes our thing and something that only we know about ????

[darkpoetrynprose]

“September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.” 

― Rowland E. Robinson