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almost 2026

hi, anyone here?

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Taste Me, (via writinglust)

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The galaxy hasn’t collided yet, but her world has already fallen apart.

twelve word story (via writinglust)

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coffee stains make me remember how i burnt my tongue i know it’s still there but no longer stings — coffee stains, familiar pain, writinglust

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ah, i’ve been a fool

you treated me so badly and i called it love

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you didn't even try to change the ending. you just wanted to end everything.

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I have a thing for words. I love novels and poetry. And maybe, the reason why I fell in love with you is because you are like those things. Full of words. A piece of fiction. Bound to reach the end.

I have loved a written work, writinglust (via writinglust)

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To the one i once loved,

i want to hurt you. i want to say all the hurtful words i could ever think of. what did i do to deserve this pain? but after everything, maybe i have really loved you too much. 'cause when you chose to leave, without saying anything, all i could utter was thank you. i wish i never met you. — Things I want you to know #7, writinglust

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i believe it was one night in july when i looked into your eyes i didn’t hear the loud heartbeats and my chest didn’t even feel tight like how in novels and movies they describe falling in love with someone at first sight, but that moment of ours feels like art. when i looked into your eyes everything fell into silence. the roaring car engines, the hurried footsteps of the people, the hustle of the working district--none. everything went quiet as if everything’s gone. when i looked into your eyes i was calm. i felt peace. it was bliss. that night, i fell in love with silence and learned that in being silent, it doesn’t always equate to being lonely and comfort is what you taught me. four years later,  i still want to look into your eyes and feel like its the first time. it is still quiet, my dear. i couldn’t hear anything, but this time, it feels lonely ‘cause i couldn’t hear you too. and its becoming uncomfortable. july is coming, i guess, even if it’s unbearable i need to learn to love you in silence too.

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the blankets learned how to give warmth to my body trembling with insecurity. 

the pillows learned all of my secrets and longings and buried them to the depths of their comfort. the pitch black of the night learned what the emptiness inside of me looks like and taught me how to find solace in it.

the things surrounding me have learned more than what you know about me. and i have come to learn warmth, comfort, and solace—things i thought i'd only learn from you. — Things I’ve Learned Without You, writinglust |  KO-FI

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day 1 after you said i should give you space:

i am emptying my heart of pieces of you yet it still feels heavy.

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thought for the day:

am i still holding on to you or i just don’t want to let go of the memories i have with you

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i usually miss you at 2 am when the whole world seems quiet 'cause it reminds me of us in the middle of a busy street yet i could hear nothing— nothing but our hearts beating.

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i see you are running towards a future where i don't exist. i'll be walking slowly at the present so you could still find me if ever you go back to your old self. you could still meet me there, we could still be together--in the past.

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for the people who feel like they are trapped (while on quarantine) or stuck in a situation they never wanted to be in:

“there are days when you feel like you are trapped breathe easy, believe me, there’s comfort behind closed doors there’s beauty in being stuck and you will not be suffocated when you think that an enclosed space is just another form of embrace”

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im tired of feeling too much. my heart cannot handle all the emotions anymore. my chest hurts, it feels like my heart is shrinking little by little each day.

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To my love,

i may not be the first one you have held hands with on a late night walk nor my name wasn’t the first one you have carved on a tree, but i just want to be the one you can’t stop thinking about when drinking your strong coffee on a quiet Saturday morning ‘cause it feels like you’re finally home. — Things I want you to know #3, writinglust

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