#animlking

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Three hipster men in suits enter a bar:

one has a mustache

the other has tiny round, gold glasses

the third was also an average white male.

That's it, that's the joke.

The end

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I used to deny my madness then I learned better feels heavy and whole, all laid out hot in fury, better takes me over, up behind my eyes into my back and my skull. Whenever everyone leaves I'll grow quieted, lonely and gentle, settled safe.

Arielle King

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A quarter century old and just now learning to care for myself, dreams, life.

It only gets better, Arielle King

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Cliches are word from our ancestors. They have withstood time by word of mouth. They are the prophecy we have.

Arielle King

[writtenart]

I had nothing but love for you and now I have nothing.

You took me for granted or, had requirements on me once you thought you had me or, any number of things all too familiar.

The point is, maybe being the bigger person isn't apologizing again and again until you're beaten into a version of yourself that suits them, maybe that would be a better you, but maybe don't care.

Maybe being the bigger person is leaving, having enough sense to end this before hate we can't stand.

Arielle King

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I write because I feel with enormous pressure the weight of a lonesome soul and it sickens me

Arielle King

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I couldn't wait to be by myself again, deep in progress with my passions.

Arielle King

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Thinking about you again, stirring up heartache like I'm cursed to.

Arielle King