Pov: You've a non expressive bestf but you're expressive asf and now you just sit there overthinking every single thing :')
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@loudphantomlove
Pov: You've a non expressive bestf but you're expressive asf and now you just sit there overthinking every single thing :')
WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT PLATONIC JEALOUSY??!?!?!
The urge to call him my love when you're making out.
All i wanna do is talk, but these fingers don't type.
i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
Or when you see an old man reading a newspaper on a park bench and there's this huge scar on his right arm which has faded but is still quite visible and it is left to your imagination to deduce a reason to it.
Marina Tsvetayeva
When I turn 70 and then die mysteriously I'll lock all my poems and no one knows the password except one day someone will realise it out of nowhere or prolly get a dream about it and then they'll open those notes and discover my poems and they'll make a book and it'll be worldwide bestseller.
Guns and roses. The reality of humans.
I TAKE PRIDE IN BEING AN ARTIST, FOR IT'S MY WORDS THAT BE WITH ME WHEN HUMANS AREN'T.
Texts I send to people hoping I would get some in return :')
"๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ: ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ช๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ."
-๐๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ฏ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ
They say you cannot make someone fall in love, YOU cannot also make someone fall out love.
For all those insecure folks out there
"That's the thing about pain, it's insatiable by nature. It would feed on your fragile heart until it bleeds and still feast on the flesh."
"Let me collect flowers for you everyday, let those flowers convey my love to you."
-Franz Kafka
POV: You're happy. You're in your favourite cafรฉ, rain is splattering against the windows, earphones playing Hozier. You sip on your caramel latte pondering about nothing. You're happy.