𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚢? 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝?
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@made4chaos
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚢? 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝?
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Louise Glück, from a poem titled "Blue Rotunda," featured in Averno: Poems, originally published in 2006
maybe growing up is just becoming who you were at 14 again but learning how to love her this time
– Jamie Oliveira | from "Erosion"
just fucking survive and get your spark back because this is not who you are this is not who i am i will be alright i will fucking try i will not lose myself to my grief i won't destroy myself again.
healing is allowed to be messy
healing is meant to be messy
*✧・゚*
And i’ll kiss every scar on your body & soul to remind you that love doesn’t have to hurt.
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You are my beginning and my end and there will never be a time that I do not feel you within this body of mine.
We are made of the same stardust and the same energy, after all...
"You are me and and I am you..."
*✧・゚*
“None of your scars can make me love you less.” It’s a love language.
i fear im falling fast
too fast
but your arms are there
im not used to that
i braced myself
but fell into you
not the usual concrete.
thank you for catching me
thank you for seeing me
though i fear
i dont know how to write romantic poetry
only cynical heartbreak
but like i said
i can be content with bland
as long as im your arms
because id rather my poetry be boring
then my life.
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