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The Old Law

My father had an old law in our house.

He didn't have much to give us,

but he gave us that sentence

like a piece of furniture we would need later.

"Can't never could do nothing."

I didn't understand it then.

I thought can't was honest.

I thought it was me telling the truth about my limits.

Now I am older and I see,

can't is not honesty, it is habit.

It is the voice of every person who quit and needed company.

It is the echo of every room you left too early.

We think we are describing the world when we say I can't.

But we are really describing ourselves.

We are drawing a circle around our life and calling it fate.

And fate is not a wall.

Fate is a field you have not walked yet.

There will be days you cannot move mountains.

No one is asking you to.

We are only asking you to stop worshiping the mountain,

to stop kneeling before the idea of it.

Pick up one stone.

Move it one inch.

That is how order is made.

That is how a life is made.

Not in one brave moment,

but in a thousand small rebellions against the word can't.

-𝕃ℝ 🖤

well.. finally a little above everything, for once.. lol

not all that wander are lost, adventure awaits my dear

-LR 🖤

thoughtkick

“The life in front of you is far more important than the life behind you.”

— Joel Osteen

dark-romantics

"If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing"

~ Unknown

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perfectquote

“The heart wants what it wants. There’s no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that’s that.”

— Woody Allen

stay-close

“Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.”

— Reyna Biddy

thoughtkick

“If you’ve been brutally broken but still have the courage to be gentle, then you’re a badass with the heart of an angel.”

— Keanu Reeves

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^^

lilrabbitsechoes66

THE STATE YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE TO WEAR

Nobody would like to see their favorite person in such a state—

but here you are,

trying to hold yourself together

with hands that keep forgetting how to close.

You keep saying it’s fine,

as if the word could stitch anything,

as if language ever learned how to stop a breaking.

Your voice trembles like it’s carrying furniture

down a staircase in the dark,

bumping every step,

but still insisting it’s manageable.

And I watch you—

not the version you show the world,

but the one who collapses behind your eyes

before the collapse reaches your body.

The one who apologizes for needing anything at all.

The one who thinks being loved

requires being easy.

Nobody wants to see their favorite person like this,

but I’d rather witness your unraveling

than let you unravel alone.

I’d rather stand in the doorway of your storm

than pretend I don’t hear the wind.

I’d rather hold the pieces

than let you believe you’re unholdable.

You don’t have to be graceful right now.

You don’t have to be strong.

You don’t have to be anything

but real.

And if this is the state you’re in—

shaking, tired, undone,

trying to keep your heart from spilling out—

then this is the state I’ll meet you in,

without flinching,

without turning away,

without asking you to be prettier pain

or quieter sorrow.

Nobody wants to see their favorite person like this.

But I’m not “nobody.”

I’m the one who stays.

I’m the one who sees you

and doesn’t look away.

— LR💜

lilrabbitsechoes66

⧉ the lie of fairness ⧉

Life loves to pretend

it’s balanced—

that effort guarantees outcome,

that goodness earns reward,

that pain arrives with purpose

instead of randomness.

We grow up hearing

that everything evens out,

that what we give

returns to us,

that the universe keeps score

like some invisible judge

with perfect memory.

But watch long enough

and you’ll see the fracture:

good people break,

cruel people thrive,

timing plays favorites,

and chance decides more

than character ever will.

Still, we cling to the myth

because the alternative

is too heavy—

that fairness isn’t a law,

just a story we inherited

to make chaos feel survivable.

Maybe the uncomfortable truth

is that life isn’t fair

or unfair.

It’s indifferent.

And the only justice

we ever really find

is the kind we create

in the small corners

we can actually touch.

-LR 🩶

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𓍊𓋼 What Grows in Us 𓋼𓍊

I think about how mushrooms don’t ask

for perfect conditions—

they just take what life rotted out

and turn it into something

that can stand again.

And it hits me

how human that is.

How most of us weren’t raised in sunlight,

weren’t handed soft soil,

weren’t given a map

for how to become anything at all.

We learned to grow sideways,

through pressure,

through silence,

through whatever broke before we got here.

Maybe that’s the real philosophy of it—

not blooming,

not shining,

just quietly refusing to die

in places that were never meant

to hold us.

Some things rise tall.

Some things rise true.

I’ve always been the latter.

-𝕃ℝ 🖤

lilrabbitsechoes66

∴Static∴

I think some people are born

with static in their bones.

No matter where they go,

something always feels slightly wrong.

Too sad for happy people.

Too hopeful for the hopeless ones.

Like a radio station

that almost comes in clear

before the signal dies again.

-𝕃ℝ 🖤

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🪦 theology of decay 🪦

I no longer worship permanence.

Everything holy I’ve ever touched

has rotted in my hands—

not from malice,

but from the simple truth

that nothing built of flesh

is built to last.

Decay is the only doctrine

that has never lied to me.

And yet,

I keep offering my heart

like a sacrament,

knowing full well

it will be consumed

by the very mouths

I prayed would spare it.

-𝕃ℝ 🩶

lilrabbitsechoes66

⚝ grave‑dialectic ⚝

I argue with my past

the way philosophers debate death—

not to win,

but to understand

the architecture of the wound.

Every memory presents its thesis.

Every scar offers a rebuttal.

And somewhere between

the premise and the ruin,

I discover a truth

I wasn’t ready to hold:

I didn’t survive

because I was strong.

I survived

because I refused

to agree to my own ending.

-𝕃ℝ 🩶

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