Midnight Alchemist

Stay wild, Moon child.

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You

Are licking honey,

and tasting drops of Sun.

Gold drips down my body,

and melts into one

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Forever a girl who will sleep every time it becomes too much for her

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It’s gonna be a long distance, age gap, situation ship summer

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“Distance might not solve anything, no matter how far you run.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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You say she’s beautiful, but do you still think that when she’s three weeks deep in her depressive episode.

Or when she’s rubbing her hands, picking on her skin and nail polish because anxiety is eating her from the inside.

Or when she’s crying about the smallest things.

Or when she’s overstimulated and can’t speak.

When she’s yelling at you because of her built up emotions.

When you say she’s beautiful, does that mean all the mess she carries?

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Soul too deep for meaningless connections

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“Reality as a whole — past or present — just isn’t a good place to hang out, in my opinion.”

— Jason Mott, Hell of a Book

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Me and the nerd that pulled me, even though I’m absolutely insane

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She was made of old books

and half-finished cigarettes.

Of dark coffee,

incents, crystals and divination.

Rich perfumes, tea leaves,

of heartache stitched into dreaming.

She was meant for thunderstorms,

for chaos and dancing around a fire.

Dark burgundy lipstick,

late night talks and rosé warming her throat.

And a copy of Lovecraft, Poe & her own grimoire,

she’s too afraid to let go.

She could be anything.

But no one told her,

she already was, something.

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[critical-quoter]

I want your raw, unfiltered truth, your insecurities, your jealousy. I want every single thing you dislike about yourself, every single thing you try to hide. I want all of you--all the little things that make you who you are, not who you pretend to be.

The Devious Husband - Catharina Maura