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When third quarter ends and you finally see the light at the end of the tunnel

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There are some realizations you can only grasp for a fraction of a second. Some realizations, you come to them over and over again, but you can never quite understand what they are. Our minds are not made to comprehend the extent of our insignificance, the verdance of love, or the fact that all people on earth think of themselves as we think of ourselves. Some concepts slip from our minds, evasive as water through splayed fingers.

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Her Body

She fell in love with you

And now she learns to live alone

Not alone, no

But with your ghosts

And every time she remembers

How you made her spine curve with pleasure

Her vertebrae start to crumble like ruins on the plane of her mattress

When she recalls

How you shared the same breath

Her lungs collapse like red giants

Trying to fuse elements that have become too cumbersome

When she thinks about

The times you gazed into her eyes

As if they were ethereal, celestial

Her irises flood with the weight of knowing

You left, yes

Your body and your love

But not your memory

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Feeling myself today

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The pride of individualism is half the fascination of sin.

Oscar Wilde

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I remember your saying once that there is a fatality about good resolutions - that they always come too late.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via idiosyncraticket)

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She loves like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful

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You know that feeling when you have your arms wrapped around each other and everything is just so warm and soft and you're hypnotized by each other's heartbeats and you just feel like you're safe from the world

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Midnight I'm crying again Tried to distract myself with friends But found my self invariably alone The house was quiet The door groaned in agony But I made it out undetected One in the morning I'm staring up at those trees Where you were dusted with little inchworms Remembering how I took the time To pick every single one off And put it back on the verdant April leaves You were laughing Two in the morning Feet blistered from the journey In shitty shoes Tiptoeing through the village Away from those fragile thoughts of you The ones that start to scream at night When I find myself alone in bed Three in the morning I'm home again Practicing what I will say to you When you grant me your presence But knowing I have nothing more Than empty sheets to welcome me For what feels like an eternity Four in the morning My eyes are closing My hands clutching your shirt In a futile prayer that your heart thinks of me But I recall your last words Your tone of voice And know it isn't so

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