i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever
and i have no concept of passage of time

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i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever
and i have no concept of passage of time
Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart
Jennette McCurdy, I'm Glad My Mom Died
Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Hasan Javadi & Susan Sallée, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Window"
[Text ID: "I realized I must / I must / I must / ... love madly"]
i hope you all find the happiness that you thought didn’t exist in this life. and i hope your heart feels like a heart again when you swore it never would.
Leila Chatti, “Tea”
June Gehringer, “EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS”
[Text ID: “I don’t want to talk about it. / I want to lie in what little grass remains / and try to fit your heart inside of mine.”]
Mahmoud Darwish, Counterpoint (for Edward W. Said) in Almond Blossoms and Beyond (tr. Mohammad Shaheen)
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours
Spoorloos (The Vanishing), George Sluizer , 1988.
it’s all about how they treat you during the time u need their support the most
are you ever like. i’m not the right Me right now to hang out with people. wait until the better guy shows up lol this one kind of sucksÂ
Sara Teasdale, from Morning Song in "Complete Poetical Works of Sara Teasdale"
Francesca Woodman - Self-portrait with cat, New York, 1980.Â