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@rottingdaisies
my thoughts
are an ocean
that only you
can understand
the depths of.
- d.d
His lips crash into mine
With the force of a storm
Yet the soft touch of a raindrop,
And suddenly
I’m seventeen again,
And we’re kissing under the bleachers,
With the weeping clouds
looming over us.
- d.d
“I want to travel, you know, and see the world.”
“But, darling, don’t you get it? You are the world.”
- d.d
“Nature has cunning ways to find our weakest spots.”
- Call Me By Your Name
“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!”
- Call Me By Your Name
“Do you love me?”
Maybe I had expected her to pour out some heartfelt speech she had prepared since the day we met. For her to confess, “Yes, a thousand times yes.” Fuck, I wanted needed her to kiss me until the skies were dark, ‘till minutes became hours, and days became weeks.
But she didn’t.
And just like that. In silence. She was gone.
- d.d
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
- Lolita (1955), Vladimir Nabakov
Aren’t there enough words flowing in your veins to keep you going.
- The Shadow Voice, Margaret Atwood
When I said, “I can see me in your eyes”
You said, “I can see me in your bed.”
- Julian Casablancas
I looked at her. God - I really looked at her. The way her hair curled in all sorts of directions. The way she tilted her head back in laughter, her nose slightly scrunched. The way her denim jacket was slumped over her bare shoulders. The way her lips moved as she recited her favourite poem. And those eyes, those damned green eyes.
But when she looked at me, she saw a million reasons not to.
-d.d
His hand reached towards another cigarette. He propped it in his mouth, my lighter at the ready. “You know that’s just going to make you die quicker.” At this point his face was masked by smoke. “That’s the plan.”
d.d
"I guess our stars just don't align." "Heck, we're not even in the same universe."
d.d
"The fact that you're not stressed is making me stressed," I confessed. He raised his hands in defence. He paced relaxedly in front of me. "Sorry. Didn't mean to...But can't help it that i'm this relaxed." My heart hammered against my chest. I leaned back, desperately trying to calm myself down. He stared at me, pondering for a moment. I felt myself turn a light shade of pink, shying away from his sight. He sat down in front of me, giving me a slight smile. "You're going to do okay," he reassured. "No, I'm can't-" "Trust me, I know."
d.d
"...So yeah," I finished, "That's why we can't do this anymore." She bit her lip and shook her head. She grabbed her jacket from the rack. "You are so full of shit." I stepped back a little. "What?" "It's because of her, isn't it?" My heart hammered; my breaths were heavy and uneven. I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Dammit, why does this have to be so complicated? "It is. It's because of her," she confirmed after I didn't reply. "I knew you were still in love with her even when I told you yes." "No, that's not true-" "-Yes, yes it is. Don't even try to deny it because I see the way you look at her, the way your eyes bright up when her name is mentioned in the conversation. I wish you were like that with me." "That-That's nothing. She means nothing to me, I swear." But she was right. Everything she said was true. "I really hope you two end up together someday," she whispered, standing at my doorway. She closed the door behind her; cold air momentarily hitting me. "I really hope so too," I faintly said.
d.d
“Please fix me,” I whispered. My hand was intertwined with his. We laid on the front of the car, staring at the stars. This time he was crying. He shook his head; closing his eyes to block the world around him. He felt like he was suffocating. “I can’t.”
d.d
"I've really missed you," he whispered, the cool of the night present on his breath. She nodded. She looked up and saw the stars. "I wished you had told me that sooner," she gave him a half smile. "I just can't stop thinking about you -" "I'm sorry," She interrupted. "You can't do this. Not now. I've...I've been seeing someone." His heart stopped. "Oh. Well," He scratched the back of his head, "He better not be an idiot like I was. I hope he knows he's got something special." "You really think so?" He nodded. She got up and picked up her jacket. "You know...If you had told me that 6 months ago-" "I know," He said, "I know."
d.d
One day you're going to feel what I feel - hurt.
Tragedies of Life #1