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Nobody hurts me like myself when I post on this app

[shreyashisotired]

I was told that poets have the power to make the entire world hate the person who hurt them. But this one boy, regardless of what I feel personally he can be dancing in my blood and I'd make the world think I deserved it.

[shreyashisotired]

I broke up with him….

[shreyashisotired]

To the three people who still follow me - Wow .

to the rest of you - I am back. In the past two years I changed countries, became a redhead and got a job.

Make the sun swallow us NOW.

#iambackandihateit

[softgrlfriend]

that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

[insertchaoticenbyname]

The earlier in the year you reblog this the better it gets

[softgrlfriend]

that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

[insertchaoticenbyname]

The earlier in the year you reblog this the better it gets

[shreyashisotired]

I love how our hostel’s keeper is the sweetest woman alive while also being a bad bitch because i just lost a flask and said maybe someone arranged it somewhere and she literally intercepted my conversation with - probably arranged it in their room. 😭😭😭😭😭👍👍👍👍

[madameclaws]

my new place isn't fit for a dog.

[broken-hearted-lovers]

on leaving

what if i love you more than anything in this lifetime? what if i love you with the passion of a thousand suns in their dying breath? what if i'd let myself ruined by an extinguished flame if your love was to gain? what if i call for you a thousand times? it doesn't mean you'll come

balthazar, losers \\ fatima aamer bilal \\ trista mateer \\ unknown \\ unknown\\ jan heller levi

[aishespoeticmuse]

the love i had for you was achingly raw. you couldn't have chewed on it with your deciduous teeth.

[shreyashisotired]

High achievers literature girlies about to start their fall intakes. Lock in

[shreyashisotired]

I was told that poets have the power to make the entire world hate the person who hurt them. But this one boy, regardless of what I feel personally he can be dancing in my blood and I'd make the world think I deserved it.

[shreyashisotired]

You read my poems, my prose and call me kafkaesqe. Someone who takes pleasure in her suffering and I look at you with the same horror of a misunderstood 14 year old girl. I'm not obsessed with my pain. I'd tie it with a red silken ribbon and gift it to you if I could. But even worm eaten, this pain is mine and I will not be cruel to it. I will treat my pain with the kindness of a mother who loves everything she has birthed with similarity regardless of its appearance. So I'm sorry that you do not find my pain beautiful. It was never meant to be.

[writing-prompt-s]

“You have to understand, the use of love potions is both morally gross and legally r-”, you interrupt the alchemist, and say the potion is meant for yourself.

[shreyashisotired]

The Alchemist's head spins towards me like an owl as she gives me a long hard stare.

"No absolutely not, it's too dangerous"

"it's a love potionnn. What harm could it possibly ensue"

"listen, pretty girl" The alchemist strode towards me in big leaps pointing a spatula in my direction. Her scrumptious brown curls fluttering in the air ending in a dance around her waist.

"If you think I'll heed your request for the strangeness of its nature and my personal curiosity you're gonna have to be disappointed"

The Alchemist spun on her heels and proceeded towards her infamous family wall of Healers and potion makers. All of them, women.

"Abuela Ricardo Sienna" I squinted my eyes to gather the facial features of the portrait of a Woman in her 50s perched on a Dewan with a cat on her lap. She didn't look very pleased.

"Stop staring she doesn't like it"

"It's a picture! And I am literally trying to SEE! her portrait is so far up the wall shouldn't you be using binoculars for this thing?"

The Alchemist grimaced at me while folding back her 6 feet pointing stick which was previously used to point at the grimacing cat lady.

"Abuela was the first alchemist in our lineage. She has procured potions for ailments you cannot even imagine"

"Your point is?" I was honestly getting tired of this little lady prancing around her shop and reciting me a story I never signed up for.

"My point is that she was once sought by a young grecian. The most beautiful of them all. Who too wanted to love himself the way others did"

"and?"

"Abuela did as she was told. He was offering a lot of gifts bestowed upon him by the gods themselves you see"

"oh I like where this is going" I interrupted.

"let me finish. The boy drank the potion while staring into a pond and was instantly enamoured by himself. His obsession with himself soon knew no bounds, to the point of rejecting even the gods whom he now deemed unfit to be with a perfect being like himself."

"owwwwkaaaaaaay. That's..."

"He could never find someone to love him more than he loved himself, dejected he kept staring into the pond where he first fell in love with himself and in a final attempt to reach himself, he dove Into the pond reflecting his image and drowned."

A heavy silence befell the shop. I imagined the grief of all the people besotted with the young man, the grief of his mother, the gods themselves who favoured him.

"What was his name?"

The Alchemist looked me in the eyes and handed me something soft in my palms. It was a soft white flower with fresh dew on it's petals.

"Narcissus" she finished.

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[shreyashisotired]

I want to gut myself every time I hurt you. You're the sweetest thing to ever happen to me and I fear that I am beyond salvation. My heart aches as I watch your palms bleed on the knife I twist within myself. I know you'd never let go, I'm afraid I'd never ask you to.

[shreyashisotired]

My stomach dropped

[arylleth]

to love someone is firstly to confess: i'm prepared to be devastated by you.

[deadpoet-skull]

[shreyashisotired]

Hahahahahahahah *impales myself on a sword etched with your name on it*

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