Day After Day
CW: Profanity

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hello vonnie
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Origami Around
Claire Keane
almost home
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Product Placement
Keni
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
$LAYYYTER
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@mscat89
Day After Day
CW: Profanity
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
“I didn’t need you to fix me. I needed you to love me while I fix myself.”
— Michelle K.
A Return to the Wreckage
the great gambler
the great gambler by Bogdan Dragos we all know what makes anathlete greatwhat makes a martialartist greata fishermana chefa mountain climbera race pilota paintera huntersurebutwhat makes a gamblergreat?Now this is rarelyif everaskedSomehow the answer, “he who winsmost and loses least isa great gambler,” remainsunsatisfactoryIt would’ve been fineif we were talking abouta boxer for example,but…
Walls and Weaknesses
For Now I Exist
I Only Wanted A Shared Solitude
Leonard Cohen, from “On The Sickness Of My Love”
Cursed with One
When The Music Escapes
*pointing my index finger* i hate you and you. and you. YOU too. (i'm inside a mirror maze, all by myself)
Almost
CW: profanity
Emotions half in, ready to step out. Don’t give a fuck, or still too much.
Almost through. Held back. Damn wind. Trapped.
You think, Footing secured. Foundation gives. Back on your ass.
Tina Marie
winter won't leave already
No color, no sound,just this grey sky pressing downon a field that used to be aliveI hate how winter doesn't shoutIt just takes and takesuntil the world looks like thisMy boots sink and the silence follows me,thick and stubbornquiet, empty,and harder to care about
the yearning of an eye contact.