LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH.

[madelainejoy]

He has a girlfriend. I just found out over the phone. All I can think about doing after hanging up is texting him and asking all these questions. But I don’t, because I’m better than that now. I think deep down I want to reel him back to me. I want to back stroke to the days of us, the days when we couldn’t not talk because we were each others drug of choice.

He isn’t even what I picture for myself out of a partner now adays. But the selfishness in me is so hurt he could move on. How could he? I know, I started it, but it’s simpler to cause pain then to receive it. And I am as selfish as they come.

[heavensghost]

Mary Oliver

[kovae-deactivated20130609]

[madfuture]

[perrfectly]

[theleoisallinthemind]

[mementomoriiv]

[synqra]

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

“I can only imagine what it is like to hold your hand, and feel your lips brushed against mine. It must feel soft like the clouds, and thrilling like a ride on the rollercoaster. But imagination is all that I am capable of with you.”

— Lukas W. // Imagination

[smutmouth]

[bhloomest]

[juansendizon]

“I met an angel long ago who asked me “Why are you lonely?” I told her not to worry because it’s lovely being me. “Then why are you unhappy?” she asked as she looked at me with pity. I smiled at her and said “The cheerfulness in being sad is the thing I call melancholy.””

— j.d

[untrustyou]

[olearypoetry]

[ypoos]

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[lady-vogue-deactivated20230306]

[bnmxfld]

Henry Rollins / Solipsist