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— Eun

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“you’re addicted to the chaos, because that’s how you’ve been loved. but there’s peace you don’t have to scream for. admiration you don’t have to bleed for.”
— Eun
“We burn for people who don’t even feel for us. That is a disastrous way to learn to love.”
- nail-in-the-wall
Anyone else constantly on edge because we are in the final stages of late capitalism and these next couple of decades are gonna be make or break for the western world, and this just happens to coincide with the part of my life where I’m supposed to make something of myself :/
You didn’t have to say it with words
me, having deeply fallen out of the practice of writing poetry: I can’t write any more, I am now a Talentless Hack
the voice of my 11th grade journalism/12th grade creative writing teacher who rly did know everything: if you stop writing for a while the words will build up and stagnate. to clear the water, you will have to open the dam completely, and accept the fact that what initially comes out will not be palatable
*yelling at myself with a megaphone* WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LIKE THIS
long before i met you, years even, i’d write poetry about a boy with a heart as cold as his hands on a late december night. i wrote how he used my body as his very own canvas, using his fists and teeth to color me black and blue. i’d lie still, waiting patiently, thinking maybe you’d paint me into the twilight sky and maybe then i’d be pretty and capable of love.
tell me why i wrote these prophecies that were doomed to come true, why i predicted my own abuse before it even happened? how was i to know that i’d meet someone just like you, whose love would show up as fresh new bruises on my body every waking day?
its like i was anticipating you and our category 5 hurricane of a relationship. did you know that i was only 16 when i fantasized about you, my future love and all the glorious pain you’d give me?
maybe i just had the wrong idea of love, that it was all empty promises and hugs that lead to shoves and kisses that lead to bloodshed.
i’m 21 now and you’re far gone from my life but i wonder, were you inevitable, was my perception inevitable or is there something more, something better?
- Prophecy
i really am, from the bottom of my heart, an actual fucking idiot
“being in your arms was the first time in a long while where i felt at home.”
— now i feel homesick every second i’m not in them.
i love ignoring things….. people…. problems …. responsibilities……feelings…..
To be totally honest, the news hasn’t made it’s way into my brain yet, but I’m looking at these beautiful smiling faces around me… Faces of the ones I love. And I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. What makes this moment so much more poignant is that I’m in India right now. This enthralling country holds such a deep place in my heart, and it is where Saroo’s journey was born.
— Congratulations to Dev Patel, the 3rd ever Indian actor nominated for an Oscar for his supporting role in Lion!
What are we but children trying as we grow old not to turn into the monsters we fear so much in our youth.
-The World Corrupts Us- © -Michael Greywood Poetry- 2017 (via mgreywood)
i think my least favorite thing about depression are the days nothing is wrong but i feel a deep sadness that cuts me to the core. how do you explain to the people who want to help you that there’s nothing they can do because there’s nothing to fix or to talk through? i’m just tired on a level they can’t understand
Does anyone else feel like they’re living their lives in third person? Like nothing seems fully real, and it’s hard to connect to anyone or anything no matter how beautiful or tragic. It’s almost like things are passing by and you’re watching yourself experience everything, but feel nothing.
halsey // requested by anon
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