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if i look back, i am lost
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@offscreenbella
being individuals together is so intimate. letās read different books but curled up next to each other, letās visit a coffee shop so you can study & i can write, letās just be near each other
āWhen i first saw you i never expected that you would mean the world to meā
ā I love you (hatin)
Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.
ā MeÅ”a SelimoviÄ
I always feel like I'm struggeling to become someone else. Like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it's part of growing up, yet it's also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself ā as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but l'm still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I'll come to defining myself.
ā Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
Iām tired of feeling like Iām
in the wrong place, like
summer has conditioned
these feet to be missed, I
don't need the world to care
about me, all I want is to catch
the light shining off of you & be
there when darkness settles in-
I want to be everything the light
touches & maybe the goal isnāt
to only love, but to love in every
which way
When you kill someone, their remaining life span is added to yours. Archaeologists have just found a cavern, apparently sealed off for thousands of years, with a single person living inside.
Sensory Prompts
cold, smooth slate
smell of smoke in icy air
a shimmer of water droplets in the sun
mint leaves
cold mud
the squeak of an old wooden staircase
paper tearing
light on the bottom of a clear pool
radio static
wind chimes
light reflected on puddles
the green iridescence of a beetleās wing
slipping into warm water
a glow stick being snapped
night wind carrying the scent of freshly baked bread
wet, rotting leaves
dice against a table
the taste left in your mouth after a dentistās appointment
a bite of an apple
people talking a room away
walking barefoot on sidewalk
dark, bitter chocolate
dryer lint
plucking a peach off the tree
calloused palm
pine needles
aloe being slathered on a sunburn
eggshells cracking
a dogās cold nose
porch light in the distance
pouring something into a glass
soft cat feet
scraping at a scab
a deer darting away under the trees
jumping into a cold pool
a paper cut
a too-rich dessert
putting on clean underwear
an unpleasantly damp handshake
sweaty socks
the soft fur behind a dogās ears
crunching ice at the bottom of the glass
licking your fingers while eating Cheetos
fighting against the urge to cry
floating on your back in water
soreness after exercise
the smell of an elderly relativeās house
bowling alley carpet
fresh paint
fireworks close enough to feel in your chest
the radio playing in the background at a restaurant
watching aquarium fish
a toilet flushing in a public restroom
your breath coming out in clouds in the cold
putting accidentally way too much salt on your food
poking at a bruise
rain on a metal roof
scent of a damp basement
the weird green afterimage after coming in from the snow
getting scratched by briars
a popsicle stick against your tongue
opening a window
walking on gravel
cold pizza
blowing out a candle
a swallow of a carbonated drink
packing peanuts
a bleeding mosquito bite
trying to fall asleep in a too-warm room
loud laughter somewhere else in the neighborhood
a round rock in the palm of your hand
putting your hair in a tight ponytail
steam rising from a bowl of soup
gum with all the flavor chewed out of it
the feel of banana peel
heavy boots
latex gloves
cold coins
an earthworm squirming in your palm
someone pulling away from a hug you wish would last longer
cloudless summer sky
ripping up a tuft of grass
getting water in your eyes
clean sheets
the packaging of snack food youāre eating late at night
cold water down your neck
nasty-tasting medicine
cleaning dirt from under your nails
holding your breath underwater
flies buzzing
thick fog
aluminum foil
the smell of stagnant water
the light of a full moon
bending a green twig in your hands
another person touching your skin with cold hands
motion sickness
tufts of shed fur
hard candy dissolving in your mouth
a feeling of acceleration in your chest
Sharon Olds
if not you, then no one
āThis is what the good guys do. They keep trying. They donāt give up.ā
to lie on a mattress andā
wait for your words, your
words, your moods, your
repliesālike paragraphs:
outside, in the balconies,
they sulk through pande-
mic days; she had asked
me what "white" felt like?
plot thickens, the old dieā
we see only what we are.
āOur love was made for movie screens.ā
ā Kodaline; All I Want
āTry not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?ā
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Thunder screams when lighting strikes. Wanting you to know that she was there. She was beautiful, in the clouds, ripping through the air. Sometimes thunder will growl and you will not see her. But you will know she was strong, the fastest there is. Thunder might roar in the night, just so you know she was his.
A story of love