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I’m distant but it’s not cute or mysterious; I really want to be closer to people but it’s hard
“It’s better to look back on life and say “I can’t believe I did that.” Than to look back and say “I wish I did that.”
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What if we all have soul mates but they do something that changes their life path and end up dying earlier than they were supposed to, so you have no soul mate? I always think about this because I believe we are all born with a path to go down but we do things/make decisions that change that path, so what if our soul mate changes their path away from us?
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Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
RIP to my favorite human being.💔
You weren’t ever really mine and I wasn’t ever really yours. I liked to think that because it made my heart dance inside my chest, and it cleared my lungs from choking on the broken thoughts that always get spilled from my head. You always told me that you were mine, and you told me that I was yours. But in a world filled with fiction we started to blend. Months went by slowly but too fast. We built bridges between our hearts. It was fun and I felt free. But the thing is. You always thought about yourself. You put yourself first. You invented little lies and made pretend that you were making a constellation about us. And then it happened. One day the bridge between our heart fell to the ground. It was slow but everything seemed so fast. You left. And I’m here still mourning you like you’re dead. Maybe all along you really were.
— Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing