operaaaa

enemies to lovers but it's me and me

[operawritesthings]

how silly of me to forget im the love of my life

[kosmogrl]

[warm-autumn-evenings]

changing every “i should have known better” to “i know better now”. i will not judge past versions of me through the lens of who i am now.

[batsandboba]

has anyone heard of Cozy in bed…lifechanging

[batsandboba]

has anyone experienced Alarm goes off. devastating

[operawritesthings]

has anyone experienced Having a snack. Delightful

[operawritesthings]

Because when you look at the blood of your dead best friend,

It all changes you,

It removes the imagination of blood being described as rich and positively maroon

Suddenly, you hate all the poets which glorified blood

You hate then because they could never know the sickening feeling of looking at the blood of your bestfriend 

hi bestfriend? 

Im sorry

Im sorry

Im sorry

I write you letters in the dark because I believe you’re there in the stars

Neither can u read the misspelt letter in the dark

Neither of I know the astrology you create with the stars

Although I’m sure the stars enjoy your company

Tell them to keep a mimic of your stardust, and return to me

Blood isn’t beautiful, I’m sorry 

I have too much conscience in me so I can hate, hate, hate the colour of blood

But it’s so extremely familiar since it’s the last memory I have of you

I can never figure out my life if I go on in a circle between familiarity and hatred

Everything I hate was once familiar

Everything that’s familiar, I once hated

[07242024-deactivated20240725]

if this website shuts down you can find me in the ordinary joys in life such as drinking a cup of coffee in the morning or watching a sunset or perhaps smelling a flower

[schuylerpeck]

grief is such a bitch. it’s been months, and I still have the instinct to send you a message at least once a day. how are you feeling? good morning. it’s almost time for thicker sweaters, isn’t it? just wanted you to know I’m thinking of you. it’s been a while since we said hello. I want you to know I didn’t forget. I haven’t forgotten. hey, you. how is your day?

[1anonyymous1]

watching sunsets and sunrises is free therapy

[operawritesthings]

@livingaspoet

[kjthomas-deactivated20240603]

Things I do as a Writer

• Not write

• Daydream

• Cry

•Complain

• Wait for inspiration

• Write

• Not write

[operawritesthings]

@writer-meesha

@eyesareserene

@livingaspoet

[operawritesthings]

i have this thing where I get smarter but just never wiser

[operawritesthings]

sometimes your red blood reminds me of the colour of love. but sometimes, it’s just red. sometimes it’s just dark and gloomy and sad. sometimes, it only reminds me of grief.

-what more could I say to convince you to come back from the dead?

[lentilsdotcom]

sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc

[lentilsdotcom]

i don't have enough photos of you on my phone to make one your contact picture. we got the same tattoo completely by coincidence. why do you always get to be mario. i love the meals you cook. we live in different universes. you can stay at my house if you need. we have never been friends. you are more important to me than anyone on this earth

[operawritesthings]

@livingaspoet

[operawritesthings]

I am a heart who does not know how to hate, but what do I do with the anger that has built up due to all of the injustice?

[operawritesthings]

how is it fair to carry a broken heart while all you give to the world is kindness?

yes, I carry the strength and will to pick out flowers from weeds but that does not mean the universe can keep increasing the weed ratio, making it harder to keep the belief that there are flowers that exist deep inside this ugly bush of unwanted-ness.

[memories-beneath-the-skin-deact]

Emotions as volatile as new ice formed by just the caress of winds icy fingers.

[cryptotheism]

"look at the point we've reached as a society" [screenshot of one tweet]

[cryptotheism]

[operawritesthings]

the months don't bid goodbye to me anymore. they just leave with a void. they don't leave memories at the end, nor do they introduce me to the next month. the years go by with the same realization every time, "time went by so fast". but it's also so slow. I do not want to see august anymore until I get a farewell from july. please ring the bell before coming, august. so that I have the choice to not open the door to you and maybe even have the time to pack july gifts because it's leaving. i wish the months would be a little more vibrant and not lonely. i wish the first weeks came without me being scared.