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You’re in his dms I’m in his nightmares
ppl who have done you wrong will forever think your posts are about them
I can feel my heart saying “nah this isn’t what I want anymore” to a lot of things lately
I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.
Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?
It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
Edit: here's the visualizer for this piece
its always "youre cute" and never "you have betwitched me body and soul and i love, love, love you."
not all positive changes will feel positive in the beginning
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any other girls feel a permanent sense of unbelonging no matter where they are or who they are with
“you’re so pretty,” okay write poetry about me then.
there’s absolutely nothing more heartbreaking than seeing old pictures of yourself when you were ACTUALLY skinny and thought you were fat , and now your 20 lbs heavier and fighting for your life to get rid of the weight fr this time
nutella med smør under er det eneste rigtige. Sorry not sorry
Han plejede at kigge på mig, på den måde han kigger på dig nu
Ærligt, morgensex ER det bedste tidspunkt på dagen !
“I hope one day we can forgive each other for not being what we wanted each other to be”
— Kriti G.
Jeg vil gerne begæres og elskes. Gerne på samme tid af samme person