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I write my mental vomit

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I'm so in love I can't sleep.

I lie awake reminiscing as much as I can

If I think hard enough

Maybe I'll recall the first time I heard you laugh

For once I'm grateful for the brain fog

It lets the love I have slip from my mind

I go about my day

And if I'm lucky I'll catch a glimpse of you

If I'm luckier I'll catch your movement

I've been a firm believer that tragedy is easier to write than bliss

Yet here I am attempting

Because if I don't try I might explode in love

If some of this love seeps out of me

Maybe I'll be able to sleep

Time goes by and I'm still the eternal yearner

I've come to like it

There's no resent left in me

It's a contradiction

How could I

When everything you touch becomes holy

How could I

When just the thought of you gives me peace

And so I sleep

With yet another failure to explain

It's all right

I think we have some time to spare

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I write because I think.

I'm unable to think in order unless I put it into paper or bits, whatever I should call it

I write because I feel

I feel so much I need to put it into words, otherwise the unexplainable becomes something else, an amorphous mess that explodes like a bomb

I write because I see

I see good and bad and I need to understand the grey

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Sometimes it feels like I'll miss you forever.

That you'll haunt me not only in the songs of the bands that you introduced me to, but in all the new ones that somehow end up reminding me of you.

Everything extraordinary I feel the urge to tell you, to know what you'll think but I don't get to ask you that, not now not ever. Not after everything.

[marcelinesw0rld-deactivated2025]

-Asıl aradığın nedir?

+Özgürlük; hiçbir şey istememek, hiçbir şey beklememek, hiçbir şeye bağlı olmamak.

[hopepunk-humanity]

ANTI-CAPITALIST AFFIRMATIONS

i am allowed to spend my time creating things, even if they are not beautiful.

there is no such thing as a "real job." all forms of work are real and valid.

there is nothing that i need to accomplish to be worthy. i am already worthy.

doing nothing is good for my soul.

i am not defined by what i produce.

my worth cannot be measured by my paycheck, my job title, or a list of professional or academic achievements.

i do not need to monetize my hobbies, it is enough to spend time doing something i love.

i will not let society decide what success looks like. i can define what successful life looks like for me.

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25

Aquí me tienes

Queriéndote a gritos

A mí que me gusta hacerlo en silencio

Es cómo si el te quiero se escapara de mis labios

Y para cuando lo quiero atrapar

Ya se ha refugiado en tu boca

Dejándome sin otra alternativa que irlo a buscar

Se rebela mi piel

Va en búsqueda de la tuya

Reclamando la ausencia

Consolandose solo al sentir tus manos otra vez

Parece que llevo tu nombre tatuado en el pecho

Ahí donde solo tú lo puedes ver

Y aunque de día lo guardo celosamente

Al caer la noche

Se libera en mis sueños

Voy a aprenderme el tono de tus suspiros

Tal vez entonces no sienta la necesidad

De replicarlos tan seguido

Igual y así te pienso un poco menos

O quizá así pueda disimular

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Siempre siento que en el espacio entre tú y yo, aquel en donde no estamos juntas, dejo palabras en el aire. Ese pequeño espacio cargado de quizás y algún días, me pregunto si lo sentirás también. A veces me canso de guardar palabras en la garganta, no quieres escucharlas y no serviría de nada decirlas. Hoy en cambio me conforta la familiaridad de aquello que sabemos y nunca decimos, hoy es suficiente, mañana no se.

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We saw a shooting star and I wished to love you a little less.

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Sunshine

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I wouldn't die for you, I find said task quite easy. I'd do the opposite, I would wake up every morning despite the broken dreams and hopeless days, I'd endure the decay if it meant I get to come home to you. I would learn to live just so i could do it with you.

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[aspiritualwarriors-deactivated2]

Between the banks of pain and pleasure the river of life flows. It is only when the mind refuses to flow with life, and gets stuck at the banks, that it becomes a problem.

— Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

[electricheart]

a little reminder! by annalaura_art

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Lost

[hannibalismos-jaaneman-deactiva]

Dearest Flowers

I like coming home back to you

For it feels like bees buzzing

Over the flowers of my childhood;

Drawing the butterflies of my garden

And chasing the sunlight as it recedes

Into the mountains, wherefrom

The sun peeks at me from a valley;

It feels the same way as when you

Scrunch your nose and smile at me

Like cities on a Christmas night.

I like finding you on the couch,

While Mr. Magoo's Christmas Carol

Runs drily on the dreary television.

When I come home late from work,

I like to kiss your eyes and ears and

Make you a sundae from old ice cream

In the refrigerator, while you sleep soundly.

I'd like to do this like a ritual and

Sing my soul out to you on my death bed

Till the last time I breathe and

The last time I see the world in a blur

With your eyes watching me pass.

~ Cole E. Whittaker

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We share the same birthday and you smile warm like the sun you feel like a ray of sunshine and I'm just glad i can still feel those