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made by me

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i dont care how long it takes as long as i’m with you

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how can a person know everything at eighteen but nothing at twenty-two?

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i miss my home country

[luckychars]

coffee or tea? sugar or honey? summer sun or summer rain? prose or poetry? museums or parks? woven or beaded bracelets? take out or home cooked? growing herbs or flowers? iced or hot? hope or nostalgia?

[wheredowegorightnow]

tea, honey, summer rain, poetry, museums, beaded bracelets, home cooked, growing herbs, iced, hope

[wheredowegorightnow]

a year later

coffee, honey, summer sun, prose, parks, beaded bracelets, home cooked, herbs, iced, hope

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red lights, stop signs, i still see your face in the white cars

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life could be a dream

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every day i think about what could’ve been if you didn’t leave. you’re constantly trapped in my mind.

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the comfort of being in your warm, welcoming bed on a cold december night, wearing cozy socks, drinking cinnamon tea as you read your favourite appreciatively and listening to soft piano music with no care in the world..

[inkyoto]

I. sometimes i read other people's words and listen to other people's lullabies and consider other people’s ideas and i begin to wonder how they do things the way they do; how they find so much meaning in this lively pursuit because to me the moon is symbolic despite my lack of knowledge and while i am aware that there's no definite riposte, it somehow still feels in some way coaxed

II. to impress me isn't a difficult achievement, yet things that come from me never seem to give me the satisfaction that i need and i am madly in love with art but my hands start to tremble when i wrap my fingers around a paintbrush, a pen or a guitar, because creating has always been hard when my mind seems to be unscarred - and so my thoughts remain locked in the back of it, awaiting their flow when life slowly starts to feel like shit

Ill. I know that even this is a mess, though for once i had sincerely hoped it wouldn't be - but these feelings can't stay repressed so i'll just spill the ink on these creased papers until the day, where i am of no importance to life, arrives and maybe by then my words will be worthy enough to be borne in people's hearts and people's minds

[luckychars]

coffee or tea? sugar or honey? summer sun or summer rain? prose or poetry? museums or parks? woven or beaded bracelets? take out or home cooked? growing herbs or flowers? iced or hot? hope or nostalgia?

[wheredowegorightnow]

tea, honey, summer rain, poetry, museums, beaded bracelets, home cooked, growing herbs, iced, hope

[h111p0wer]

[flowerytale]

Clarice Lispector, from “Miss Algrave”, Soulstorm: Stories (tr. Alexis Levitin)

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it may only be me but don’t you feel like the older we get; the more we grow, the more shallow we become? My mind is not nearly at ease and beautiful as it once was; it’s not colorful anymore, not bright enough to blend out things that bother me. I see, think and perceive in only grey, black and white; where once my world contained rivers and gentleness, singing birds and kindness, affection and safety, there is only dead trees and a cold breeze every once in a while. no music and no love; only loneliness and shadows accompany me everyday and everywhere i go. they’re the one thing that never leaves my side, no matter the circumstances — perhaps i’m not that lonely after all.

— i want to be what i once loved being (if i ever gave myself the chance to truly love both my mind and myself) (26th september, 10:41pm)

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carpe diem.