YA WANNA ARUGE OR YOU WANNA GET ON THE BOAT

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YA WANNA ARUGE OR YOU WANNA GET ON THE BOAT
“literary sext: Tell me you don’t know how to midnight without me. Send me a picture of that empty space on the couch beside you. Say this is yours; this loneliness for love when the sun is off dreaming. Tell me you can see the ghost of me curling up, wrapping myself around your warmth. Tell me this is how the sky must feel when she meets the horizon. This is how it feels to come home.”
— Schuyler Peck
“I can tell the way you looked at me was different. Because you looked at me, the way I looked at you. And I looked at you as if the whole constellation had put itself within your eyes.”
I can’t romanticize you anymore. I can’t keep stringing fairylights on your memory the way you strung me along. I can’t keep planting flowers on the stagnant soil of a fucking ugly soul.
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“people are not meant to be here forever. they are only meant to stick around for as long as they’re supposed to. i guess that means it’s alright that i didn’t try harder to make you stay.”
— i have to learn to be okay with this -c.h. // instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
“there were good parts of us. of you. i will always be the first to admit that. and sometimes, i find myself picking through our memories like old antiques you find in your grandparents’ basement. sometimes, i blow off the dust on the day we met, or the first time we kissed. i wipe the dirt from the moment i realized that i was in love with you, and the first time i said it out loud. i flip through our best times like old photo albums, listen to your laughter like it’s a dusty vinyl record. but i always end up sitting in front of the chipped china plates in the corner. the broken picture frames lining the shelves; our first fight, the first promise broken, and then lie, after lie, after lie. crack, after crack, after crack. i come back to the broken parts of us because i am not ready to acknowledge the good parts by themselves. i can’t trust myself to not stare at the shiny pieces for too long, to not forget about the chips and cracks on the other side of the room. one day, i won’t need to hold all our shattered pieces in my hand to know that they’re there, that they aren’t going away. one day, i will be able to put the record of your laugh on play without being afraid of forgetting how that laugh also broke my heart. one day, i will be able to sit there, and just listen.”
— when i am finished healing / things you find in your grandparents’ basement -c.h. // instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
“I always talk about love but I’ve seen a life where I can live without it, where I can eat with my hands, make the whole bed, and leave the light on for myself”
— Caitlyn Siehl, Crybaby
“i must have loved you in other lives because when i see you it feels like coming home. no one makes me feel more myself than you. when my hand is in yours it’s familiar and safe, like i’ve known your soul since the beginning of time, through all the lives i’ve lived. maybe that’s why my love for you is infinite.”
— m.m.
“i talk to the moon about you every night. the stars surrounding her are getting tired of me uttering your name as if that’s the only word in the dictionary.”
— an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #2
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passing another imposter really feels like this
i saw the tags and realized this is about the among us video game but when i first read the post i just thought this was about me and someone else who also has imposter syndromeÂ
my parents who have been married for like a billion years are having their billion year anniversary in a few days and theyre renewing their vows. they put me in charge of planning and program and emcee-ing and they told me to “have fun with it” so heres my first two slides of the program
“how are u?” i literally wanna disappear without an explanation,,, thx for asking!!
the best part about sci-fi stories told from the point of view of an artificial intelligence is that you can have omniscient first-person narration and it fuckin slaps
oh yeah, also the fact that the narrator will go “Unlike humans, I of course am always 100% rational” and then proceed to do something completely unhinged