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Gonna give some dumb advice... ask the questions

Within your world, you decide whether the rain falls, the wind blows, or the sun shines.

Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

After you, now I'm scared of loving again

You are a beautiful piece of art.

You as beautiful as the first light of dawn.

Beautiful, wonderful and unapologetic!

You are just there and the silence has torn us apart.

what they say is true...

you can't save someone who doesn't wanna be saved.

“Every time you say her beauty is only beauty because she is broken, her mournful is her pretty, how the right man will fix her, she bares her teeth. She summons Athena from the marrow of her bones, she calls upon Artemis and her wolves to sharpen her claws, she brings out Nemesis in her eyes, a determination so powerful it could turn the sky storm black, and then she looks at you and asks, “Do you really think I need a man to fix me when the Goddesses have my back?””

— Nikita Gill, If You Romanticise My Broken, My Broken Will Bite Back.

He left and it fucked me up.

Hey there..

I tried numerous ways to get your attention..

but to no avail..

I waited and waited my eyes searching for yours..

but to no avail..

I made a fool of myself for you..

All for you..

Yet..

Why am I the one on the hurting side...

Why am I the only one on the losing side...

Why should it end this way...

Everytime... everytime..

My favourite places now have your scent..

My melody now forgotten... I hear only your name..

Can you help me out of this mess.. can you save me from my ruined palace.?

Can you take my hand and lie that it'll be okay..?

Can you give me your fake promises once again..?

Because this heart is fragile now.. it can't bear the same loss once again..

So darling stay.. stay

Stay till I go to sleep again

Stay stay stay till I find the courage to cry again.

Please stay.

Overthinking

I overthink,

I overthink and overlove,

I overcompensate,

I give my pieces away,

Little by little each day,

These days I have been tired of my heart..

breaking in pieces each day.

I overthink and overlove but

Losing my sanity each moment just feels the perfect escape.

I overthink and overlove but I hope one day someone might accept me this way.

Check out this post… "Saying your Good Bye".

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Saying your Good Bye

  Say your Goodbyes and shed a tear or two because life is never the same straight line.. it has its turns.. blocked roads and a

"You search for home"

You search for home in the smell between pages,

You search for home in warm sheets of your bed,

You search for home in the warm cup of coffee,

You search for home in the light that peeks in your window.

You search for home.....

You feel at home in the chatter of your friends

You feel at home at the dinner table with your family

You feel at home in the arms of your lover

You feel at home with yourself one afternoon

You become your home.

Me irl

“A year has passed and you still think of her. But you no longer know if the “her” in your mind is the “her” in real life. Memories come in flashes. The way she laughed so hard one time, she fell off the bed. The time she cried at a Christmas advert on TV. You remember the first present she ever got you, a small music box from Venice. You remember her eyes wide, in anticipation, and then in relief: “I love it." You remember smoothing her wet hair from her face that time she came home in the rain; mascara smudged, running down both cheeks. You called her panda and she laughed. You remember her laugh. You remember the nervousness at meeting her family for the first time. Then, stepping into her childhood bedroom, and everything starting to make sense. You remember pointing to a box on top of her bookshelf. "What’s that?” you asked. “Memories,” she said. “It’s a box full of memories.” “Can I see?” you asked. “No,” she said, “they’re things from the past. And that’s where they belong.” Later, you realised that she meant they were memories of the people she had loved. She’d always amazed you with the way that she could so easily move on. “The past is the past,” she liked to say. Now, you are her past. And she is yours. The only difference is that you still think of her. And you cannot help but wonder if she ever thinks of you, or whether you are simply a part of the box at the top of her shelf.”

— Sue Zhao // Memory Box

“The beauty of her was how interchangeable she was. She was off balance. In contrast with herself. She was both happy and sad. Both hot and cold. Her skin was dusted with night stars but still carried the glow of a sun. Her body moved like the waves of the ocean yet her eyes were lit by fires. She was everything this world was made up of from its purest light to its abyss of darkness. Such beauty is a rare sight to see.”

— wanderessbody  | Submit your writing(s)  @wnq-writers​

ADDICTION

I'm addicted to humans,

Addicted to the touch,

addicted to the way skin feels under my fingers,

The way each muscle moves,

the mysterious eyes which hold the secrets

and the lips which spill them.

I am addicted to humans,

the way each soul tells a story

and the way each heart bleeds.

The way everyone one's mind is engraved with some words

And the way every soul misses someone's touch.

I am addicted to humans.

https://scatterboi.blogspot.com/2020/09/is-up-with-anxiety-anxiety-word-so.html

“He looks the most beautiful long past midnight when I am seated at the throne of his lap and our skin touches like lovers do. He arches his neck back and loops his lips into a silent shout to the heavens as he collapses under me. I tell him that he looks as though he has seen god. His chest shudders with his breath as he moans to the ceiling I have seen you.”

— INTIMACY

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“He looks the most beautiful long past midnight when I am seated at the throne of his lap and our skin touches like lovers do. He arches his neck back and loops his lips into a silent shout to the heavens as he collapses under me. I tell him that he looks as though he has seen god. His chest shudders with his breath as he moans to the ceiling I have seen you.”

— INTIMACY

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Myriad Emotions

  Detangling emotions There are some days when we cannot, like absolutely cannot deal with our emotions. Those are the days when any small t

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Confidence

I borrow confidence from others,

On empty promises of returning,

I spend it without care,

Only to come back and ask for more..

Some days I try to steal,

Some days again on empty words I borrow.

I get my high and never return.

But I borrow confidence from others.

chaotic: amazing music taste, probably good with technology, doesn’t bond with professors, has few close friends but lots of acquaintances, parties a lot, never focused (but when they are they’re really productive), really bad at reading people, cram sessions, bad sleep schedule

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