Ink Stained Excerpts | Writings & Micropoetry

two girls trying to figure out life through words. Prompts/submissions/questions/suggestions welcome. -WORKS PUBLISHED ARE ORIGINAL-

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Hi Chucky. I hope you're in a piggy heaven with lots of hay, and all your favourite foods. I hope there you can run around as much as you want, soak in the sun like you loved, and fill the place with as much happiness as you did in my heart and home.

I remember the day we got you home. You were a scared, sad little piggy because you were stuck with us total strangers. But we became friends soon enough, one cucumber at a time.

You grew noisier and more mischievous with each passing day, and each tactic of yours gave me so much happiness and laughter. I didn't particularly enjoy you pooping on my tummy but hey, it was a small price to pay for all the joy you got in my life.

You hid everywhere in the house, and seeking you (and the little triumphant squeaks you made whenever you accomplished your little mischiefs) were easily the highlight of my day.

Whether it was long hours of study, shitty exams, or, as time went by, long hard days at work - I looked forward to seeing your cute face all day. I accomplished my dream and it was only because you were around. I remember awaiting results, and you sat beside me quietly, looking at me with your adorable little face and nudging occasionally, as if telling me it was all going to be fine.

It's the most unadulterated, wholesome love that exists - an unspoken bond between you and your pet. How did I end up feeling so much for someone so tiny? And how do I keep going knowing you won't be around anymore?

Your presence made my whole life better. YOU made everything better. Thank you, my baby. I love you so much. I hope you're happy, wherever you are little one - and i hope you know how much you meant and always will mean to me. Rest in peace, Chucky.

-Letters I wish my little piggy could read// I hope you're happy wherever you are baby. ❤

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behind closed doors were secrets left unexplored.

songs i write about us // excerpts from my journal

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Sandra Lidell (via sandralidell)

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She said “tell me a story. A story of love. A story of faraway places and heroes. Of villains. Of love lost, and love found. Of mountains climbed and warm hearts.” She said “ whisper it to me. Make me dream of wishful things. Make me see what I want, and wake up satisfied.” She said “ make it all seem real to me. Make me believe.” So, I began….. I talked of things real and imagined. I spoke with smiles and tears. And when she slept, I spoke of softness, to soothe her while she rested. For sometimes, it’s only in dreams that we can truly be ourselves. Only then, can we see ourselves as we want to be.

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“How are you? Really?” My friend’s question rang in my ears. People close to me know that I never really share my problems on my own, and that my way of dealing with issues is shoving them as far as possible at the back of my mind. So when my friend specifically asked me if anything was indeed wrong, for once, I was actually at a loss for words. It might be because it’s been such a long time since I’ve felt this way, but it finally dawned on me that I was, truly, happy. I was content with life at that precise moment. I was happy to be surrounded by people I loved, and in return who loved me back. I was happy I was finally trying to be better, something I hadn’t done in a while. I still had my demons, but they didn’t feel like a weight bearing me down. Maybe everything was not perfect, but I could swear I was happy, so happy. And truthfully, after all this time, it felt nice to know that I wasn’t completely lost yet. “I’m good, really good. Honestly.” “I’m happy for you.” He smiled.

Here's to finally being so fucking happy

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Each gesture, each stolen glance, every hug held on a little tighter for a split second longer, feels just a little bit more, but never quite enough.

Friends (and maybe a little bit more)// is this what they mean when they talk about ‘sparks’?

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If Time Froze

One day I thought what I would do If time were to stop pushing through And everything around me froze like glue I know I’d just find my way to you I’d gaze upon your face frozen like a statue The way your cheeks glow in that pink hue That way I could leave before you knew That I’d ever even thought of you.

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..and after all this time, I tell everyone that I’m happy. It isn’t a lie, I promise you, I am happy. But being happy doesn’t mean that sometimes I don’t relapse. Some days, I can’t tell white from black because the self doubt eats at me. Some times, I get lonely, and I convince myself that I can’t ever exactly ‘fit in’. Some nights, I do wish I had someone to hold me, and convince me that I’m okay, and if I am not, I will be. Some days, I just need a reminder that I am not what I am going through; I am not the sum of my broken parts; and that I am much more than what I make myself out to be.

something I won’t ever say out loud

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A Past Love

I tickle the tips of your finger tips with mine. as I lean in for a kiss I hope I don’t get shut down this time. you have this way of making me feel like you’ll always decline. that way when you don’t, it’s all the more divine. our lips touch and I win this time, I kiss you with my whole being as the hair on my arms stand on end, all my problems fleeing. we lay together and I lose track of where I end and you begin. just one formation of young infatuation on that old couch surrounded by drunken conversation. but we sit in silence, words would only taint this blissful scene. so I lean in for another kiss, dear lord, never wake me from this dream.

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And weeks later, when the tides of the ocean have turned and the moon has changed its phases, when the flowers that withered away start to bloom again, and the snow fades away, when i'll look at the world with a different perspective, i'll remember you. I'll remember your beautiful black curls and your shit eating grin, your hands that wove magic on my skin and lips that conveyed stories. I'll remember you, the twinkle in your eyes, the pep in your walk, and that mesmerising smile that convinced me that I could be okay again.

- and i wonder if you will remember me too

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I want to believe that in another world- a parallel universe- we would have worked out. That in another universe, I’d be wearing your hoodie and you’d be my muse. That in another universe, you’d be looking over my shoulder as my favourite pen scribbled another badly written poem about you. I’d like to believe, that in another universe, you’d be laughing at it. Yes, I’d like to believe that we would have worked out- in a world where I’d be less broken and you’d be more willing to try.

the story of another us // 

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we shone so bright baby i thought we were fireproof but we faded; we lost and this love was left unknown you walked away and left me nursing a broken heart alone.

songs i write about you // excerpts from my journal

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Amazing! Everything you write is so relatable. As I read each post I got chills. Thank you for expressing how so many of us also feel. I'm going through a lot of the same things and I'm convinced it dies get better Sending love and light ❤️

Thank you so much!If anything we write has made you feel about your situation or circumstances, or made you believe that things get better, then I don't think there could be a greater compliment or encouragement to keep writing for us. Hope everything you're dealing with gets better. We are always just an ask away! Lots of love x 💕

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Life is a lot like travelling to a new place. You can't figure out the city on your own, you seek help. Some people give you the right direction, some people give you the wrong ones. It could get confusing, but the wrong ones will lead you to beauty you would have never found otherwise, and maybe a little late, but the right ones lead you to your destination. You may get lost, you may get tired. You may even take a break. The journey will be a whirlwind of emotions and experiences, and in the end, you will find your way.

Travel diaries // how lucky I am to get a chance to explore wonderful places

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It's funny how easily the nights spent in the warmth of your arms and under your caressing lips can turn into empty beds and tear stained pillows.

oh, what a fool my heart has been

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Hi! How are you? So I dated this boy for a month, we broke up because he doesn't have time for me. He wanted to keep things as they were, coupley things, just not the title and now doesn't do those things with me. He says he cares for me, but I'm not exactly sure what that means? Thank you so much if you answer ><

Hi sweetheart. 

Ah, boys and their perplexing thoughts. Join the club. We both are at the same place. 

He may be a nice guy and all, but by the way you describe, it doesn’t look like he cares about you a lot. This may be harsh, but it’s something you should hear.

Remember one thing, if someone cares for you, they will find time for you. There is nothing in this world as being ‘too busy’. It’s just bullshit people feed you so that they can justify the many weeks of their absence. 

Now, since I’m not aware of the relationship between the two of you, whether its still good or not, my only suggestion would be to move on. ‘I still care for you’ is just another synonym for ‘I have no better way to say this, but I don’t care about you anymore and we’re done’. Don’t buy into it, okay? If he ‘cared’, he’d show it, it’s as simple as that. 

Hope you’re doing well.

Lots of love x

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So. I need help. I am in love with a married man. I know it's wrong. So wrong. But he didn't tell me that he's married. I found out myself. And I still love him. I always will. But I don't know what to do. Please please please help me.

There's no easy way to say this, and i am so sorry but you really need to end this. Firstly, he's marrried. Secondly, he didn't tell you. And thirdly, bottom line is he isn't loyal. Who's to say he wouldn't do the same thing to you later? (This is assuming you both have had a relationship. But if that isn't the case, even then, married people are are NO!!) You're gonna find love again, promise. But you just can't indulge yourself with this man. It may be tough, but promise you will get through this!You are the best judge for your situation, but from what we understand, we're always gonna give our unbiased view, even if it's a tad bit harsh, so sorry for that. But anyway, hope this helps xx