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cassowary requested by Ronnie on my patreon

[Drawing of a cassowary saying “They were wrong to mistreat you. You weren’t wrong to be trusting and believe that a person could be kind. Plenty of people are kind and will treat you well.” in a blue speech bubble.]

ashleysager

Before The Crash

When we met, we were both on the perfect road, heading in the same direction. Together, we found new states and learned a new language. The music I️ played for you was a distraction, but man, did you love being distracted. It’s too bad distracted driving leads to crashes, and that’s exactly how we ended up colliding into each other head on.

- Ashley Sager, we were both bad for each other (1/?)

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minuty

#hahahaha #me #so there's this boy

ashleysager

At some point, you realize the stickers you used to plaster your bedroom walls when you were twelve do not come off as easily as you had planned

- Ashley Sager, “Stuck” from Don’t Forget About You

No matter how long you hold my hand, it’ll still be shaking when you let go. Even if you wrap your hand around me until your knuckles are white and my skin is purple, I won’t want you to let go. I’ll keep saying “I can’t breathe,” but I don’t want to breathe anyways. You’ll waste any energy you had left telling me my eyes remind you more of dark chocolate than of any mud I can conjure up. You’ll empty your pockets of leftover change just to throw it in a fountain, hoping one day, your wish will come true, and I’ll love myself.

You’ll hold my hand while we walk down the street, and it’ll be the last rock at the end of the trail that sends you smacking your already scabbed knees against the pavement.

- Ashley Sager, “A Future With Anxiety” from Don’t Forget About You

#poetry #writing #text #anxitey

minuty

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little-miss-tragedy

Do you know that the human heart is roughly the size of a fist? By that I mean— Do you know that I still think about you all the time? By that I mean, I never really stopped thinking about you; not even during the four years I spent pretending I wasn’t breaking without you. What I mean by that, is I’ve always been really good at pretending—whether it was pretending I was an international spy, or pretending that I don’t picture myself jumping every time I get close to a ledge. All I do now is pretend that I don’t miss you, because how can you miss someone who isn’t gone? How can you miss someone at the same time you’re talking to them? What do you do when saying “I miss you,” only seems to drive them even further away? What do you do when you can’t say anything at all because your mouth is full of blood? Do you know that the human heart is roughly the size of a fist? What I mean by that, is when I think of you, it feels like my heart is trying to punch its way out of my chest. Perhaps it’s trying to escape the constant ache that comes from knowing that everything is different now. I apologize, what I meant to say, is: Hope you’re okay. Message me when you have time.

the unsent project (3/?) (42/52) by (DS)

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