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Some kinda mouse been eating my blue cheese. #missingpieces #ANGRYCLOUD #austin #atx #texas #art #artistsoninstagram (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CP6cTm8FGrX/?utm_medium=tumblr
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1 Aprilie
" Nebun. Esti nebun. Esti nebun de legat."
Sunt. Sunt nebun. Sunt nebun de legat, si-mi am toate motivele sa-nnebunesc in continuare, fara sa-mi mai mustrez sufletul si fara glont de-argint pe teava. E 1 aprilie, e trecut de 01:11 si dorintele-s trecute-n agenda deja. Urmeaza o saptamana-ncarcata, urmeaza un delir de cateva zile, urmeaza rauri peste randuri si-as vrea liniste. Si cata liniste as vrea, nu-mi permit sa o am. Nu acum, nu azi, nu curand, sau poate-mi pare bine si-am sa va urez o zi buna, sau o seara placuta. Nu tine de mine. Mi-e peste mana si-am invatat sa accept asta, si totusi, nu-nseamna ca o sa ma opresc acum. "Mai aprinde niste cancer si mai toarna niste ulcer". Acum e tarziu, sunt bleg si tot ce vreau e sa treaca si saptamana asta. Inapoi pe pilot automat, ne-auzim pe data viitoare, dar sa nu uitam, sunt "nebun de legat", si asta-i doar o manifestare a unui tip frustrat. Ce faci cand adormi si te trezesti intr-un cosmar? Insomnii, visezi in continuare sau faci tot ce-ti sta-n putinta ca visele sa-ti devina realitate?
Ripoff - "Frustrarile unui drogat"
Missing Pieces
I once thought,
That I belong here.
But now,
There's nothing left.
The missing parts,
They may forget me
And they're never coming back.
And so,
I'm waiting here forever,
Till the time has passed me by.
My live without a meaning now,
Since they're not here,
Not by my side.
She watches another man leave.. That anger to sadness That frustration to madness Is it me Is it them The confusion of being beautiful but alone That acceptance of improving what you lack most Her body is an extension of commitment he only wanted He didnt express the urge to be with her only to entice his pleasure and not create mutual interests #writing #idlethoughts #indiewriter #missingpieces #perception #guardsup #canyouhandleher #shemorethanbeauty #writersavenue #senseofmind14 #aworkofart
🖤 #journeytomysoul #loveyourself #keepdreaming #maryjane #dodinsky #quotes #sunflower #moonchild #searchingfor #missingpieces #dreamersworld #humpday #minivacay #yay #goodvibes
I miss the girl who…
I miss the girl who laughed so loud you could hear it through closed doors. The girl who still believed blowing out candles could change her life — like maybe one year, the wish would stick. I think I still feel all the same emotions she did. Only now, the bad ones are bigger. The better ones? Smaller. Fainter. Easier to miss.
She wore oversized t-shirts and let her long hair cover what she couldn’t. She played every song too loud in the car — not because she loved the music, but because silence felt like a dare. She loved vodka. And wine. Like they were lifelines. She got sober at 22, so she didn’t have many friends as an adult — but she spent her teens at every kind of party, with every kind of person. She thought jealousy was love. She thought someone making her feel small meant she mattered.
She did so many things I cringe about now. Hookups she couldn’t remember. Stories she only pieced together weeks later — someone else’s version of her night. She cried in the shower. I think she liked the drama of it, maybe. Or maybe it was the only place she didn’t have to hide the sound. I don’t know if she ever felt safe. She just kept losing pieces of herself, calling it growing up.
Only her mirror knew how long she’d stand there, picking herself apart, counting flaws like sins. Only her mirror saw what she was really trying to fix.
I don’t want to be her again. But god, sometimes I miss how easy it was to disappear.
Title: Drive Me Wild Series: Missing Pieces #3 Author: Ash Hosking Genre: Contemporary Romance Tropes: Enemies to Lovers/Opposites Attract