I could never love you enough to put the bags down
How could you believe in realities where we were sweet?
You are the fire I never put out
The thunderstorms never ending
You hardly remember who we are from the drugs stealing you from me
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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I could never love you enough to put the bags down
How could you believe in realities where we were sweet?
You are the fire I never put out
The thunderstorms never ending
You hardly remember who we are from the drugs stealing you from me
Natalia Motuzko - The Voice of Grass (1992)
— Bertrand Russell, from “What Desires Are Politically Important?” (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
sent this message to my coworker today and he sent me this screenshot with microsoft teams's suggested replies... incredible 10/10 no notes.
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Alex Dimitrov, “Poem Written in a Cab”, Love and Other Poems
Got myself an engraver (:
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But the only thing that makes me alive is the feeling of being terrified
And I haven't felt fear for some time
I'm not brave enough to step over that line
HANNAHKAY
Hannah Kay’s official website
Into the rose garden amid conversations between space separating
In light lodged in cul-de-sac eyes declaimed
In fallen petals, I found you loved me In wilted roses, I discover our eternity
Pressed stories of rose and lilac in a shadow box for displaying
Labeled "My love that became the garden I tour frequently"
HANNAH KAY// INTO THE GARDEN
HANNAH KAY// AN ORACLE FOR THE WEARY
HANNAH KAY
To be gods saddest creation
God gave up on me
Savored teethed, slipping out lies, leave me with the moonrise
Welcome darkness, welcome the open door off the horizon