graceful, ugly words

i rather like it

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I miss you

I miss you guys too. I’m working on a collection of poems right now to publish. You guys can find me on my main @the-rust-belt and my newer but not super active writing blog @wasteland-letters Twitter: RUE_inglife instagram: radiatingly and maybe if people are interested I’ll give out my snap not that I have much of a life lately to post haha. I am going through lots of life changes right now (mostly positive thankfully) but hopefully I’ll have the book done by this time next year. Next month I am moving to a new town with my boyfriend and I am expecting lots of new experiences that I can use as inspiration. I love you all dearly 💕

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i love how i consistently make posts every like handful of months like this but:

hi, i am alive. i don’t think i’ve ever felt so alive.

everything is falling into place.

thank you for your patience.

i hope you’re all well and healing too.

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i’ve got 38 pages of rough drafts for a (hopefully) future book of poetry.

i have a ideas for more and hope that with time passing i’ve have some new, wonderful stories to tell.

i haven’t forgotten about you guys and hope to have something to post soon.

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I hope to be back soon

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do any of you have people that just keep reminding you of the bad people who have passed through your life?

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i think i may make and post a video this weekend just talking about some stuff. any topics anyone would like to request? go for it!

[queer-that-eats-fear-deactivate]

[blackboibeautiful]

I love this so much

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Sometimes I have to stop and check my pulse to make sure my heart is still beating. Or maybe it's my brain that's the problem. Why would it stop now? I just want to know so badly about how I've turned into a goddamn ghost. I don't think I'll ever know. I'll take my pills, smile and nod and laugh, but at the end of the day I know. At the very core of me something is missing. I never found it at the bottom of those bottles I loved so much. I never found it in hospitals. I never found it in a backseat of someone who never gave a damn. Or a group of people sitting in a circle trying to make sense of everything. And I never found it in crowded church basements or prayers begging God to tell me what it is that I've done so wrong. Maybe I was never meant to know. Maybe I was born to be a ghost.

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i’m getting back into the process of writing again and i really want to get back into interacting with all of you.

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Come talk guys! Pretty please? ☺️

[chessys]

u got through everything u didnt think u were strong enough for

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me using wonderwoman's golden lasso on everyone I know: do you like me

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thought of the day: “why is bill clinton at my aunt’s funeral?”

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that feeling when your former (now married) lover seems to be hinting at the two of you getting together again

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hi lovely

Hello m'dear

[heronfem]

Gentle reminder that often creativity decides to hibernate for a bit.

It’s okay.  You’re not broken, you’re resting, and much like spring, creativity comes back.

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have a somewhat recent, decent picture of my face too bc why not

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i’m getting back into the process of writing again and i really want to get back into interacting with all of you.