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what’s about love

that gets one on his knees,

teary eyes begin to weep.

a heart so full and warm,

feels cold and lost when it’s gone.

the one that searched for it all along

and the one that let it slip through his palms,

replied in unison a sing-song;

it’s a drug you need, survival it breeds

addicting to life gets as easier as breathing.

~arshiyA

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different reds; a haiku

your red was love,

mine's boiling blood.

you and i see different reds, don't we?

-arshiyA

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Hey guys, i hope whoever’s reading this is in the pink of health. Just an update, i started an instagram account for my poetry. Give it a quick look @think.inpoetry and feel free to let me know what you think about it. attaching the link for easy access.

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Hope you guys have the best of day!💕

oh how i wonder;

how can the heart sing,

how the mind weeps,

at a feeling so beyond what words seem.

the way you stood by me,

on nights as fierce as beast.

how you held me close,

unknowing of my hidden bleeds.

i held onto my guts,

as the laughter spilled out of me.

i choose to remember you just so,

any other way would be betrayal;

to my heart that sang for,

to my mind that weeped for.

~arshiyA

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Freeze! You are under arrest for being soo lovely❤👮

ahahaha, you’re the sweetest. well i’m glad to be imprisoned for life then🥰

#thank you #send asks

once in a while i’ll smile

over the thoughts of past,

this forgetful memory chooses to reconcile.

unlike the nights,

the very one chose to break my heart

over glued-up pieces i left buried behind.

~arshiyA

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curioscurio

man it's so fucking funny when I actually solve a wordle bc in my brain it makes me feel like this gif

think-inpoetry

the accuracy.😭💀

I just noticed that you're rewatching the office???? I'm on ep21 of the final season, but this is my first time watching it (not my last bc I know once I finish it I'll miss the vibes of the 1st season) and I really miss Michael too!!!!!!

Btw I'm getting ready to tear up at the finale!

Anyway just wanted you to know, I hope you're having a great day 💖💖💖💖💖💖

“i wish there was a way to know you were in the good old days before you actually left them” ~Andy Bernard

Well, this is me telling you watching the office for the first time is the good old days and i myself would love to watch it as i’m watching it for the first time.(which is exactly what i pretend i’m doing every time i watch it.)This show is beyond amazing and it warms my heart to know that you love it.

And what a emotional roller coaster the finale was.. i’m still speechless and am every time i watch it. And the fact that Michael left in s7 will always be sad, i wish they showed him more often but i’m content with the way he left “world’s best boss” indeed.

Also last new show i watched was Euphoria and oh boy, i’m at loss of words with the final episode. loved lexi though, f..G!!(cute dp)

Thanks this did help with my day, and i hope you have a great day too!!🥰🥰

giiia

become reasonable

I want to live by the forest On the other side of fear Shyly plant flowers by the wise tree trunks My darling zinnias Last time, there was a blade A bit too close to my lips My roots took the blow To save the mind Today It’s feasting on neither There is just a wooden bed right now A book on Slavic mythology Not quite there yet, still I’m deaf to angst Only chewing on the good

n-ehpamoi

Never a conscious choice to love you – to fall in love with something like you –

like watching myself, wistless, in a broken mirror – cannot be surprised how I cut my hand when I reach for the pieces, too numb, or too focused, to let go.

I envy that which is whole. Those who are, Whole. I suppose then I should envy myself, for what else do I embody, and what else do you – two voids called such who siphon off everything that comes close – so dense with trauma that nothing can escape us, and yet, when you and I meet?

When a black hole and a black hole become one? I guess when someone like you and I touch, destruction can feel like creation – for a time. I feel whole with you, until I don’t – and then I feel even less. Never a conscious choice. I see a thing, broken, and my hands, they set, to work.

And I know you are not things, but like a mirror, broken, I see myself, split – and I couldn’t fix myself, know fixing others is not but folly, but – somewhere inside this lizard brain, my hands they set themselves to work, tongue spins sweet, and caring word as I cut my palms on glass –

I have to let go.

dinckin' flicka. (ifykyk)

When you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself.

Hey @most-ment, here you go

1. currently on my 13243.. the office rewatch. 2. last read " it ends with us" by collen hoover 3. desperately waiting for hozier's new album

Appreciate the ask, Thank you💜