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I have heard roses are jealous of her lips
~Dearest regards Pigeon-post-office
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yeule - sulky baby (2023) (╥﹏╥)
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Still reading screenshots of our conversations while you keep being silent. I talk to you but you keep looking at me , my words, mute. I wonder, is it with a gaze of love, like you told me before? Or is it now out of indifference, out of boredom ? Or is this your way of fulfilling your promise that you would only listen to me when we meet again, which never happened? I didn't realize it meant you would then be silent like a cherub out of stone ...
If I am cursed with the gift of turning people into stone I don't know what to do about it and you cannot tell me... take it away, I don't want it.
We Invented Love
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We Invented Love
Your sixth most recent emoji is how your guardian angel feels about you
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It's late. I've come to find the flower which blossoms like a saint dying upside down. The rose won't do, nor the iris. I've come to find the moody one, the shy one, downcast, grave, and isolated. Now, blackness gathers in the grass, and I am on my hands and knees.
Li-Young Lee, "My Indigo," from Book of My Nights: Poems
It's a dark pain, this urge of wanting.
Forough Farrokhzad
𝔞 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔰