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wearywater - - "There are worse things to be, I suppose. "View -
thedustwhispered - - "cities, pt. 2 the city breathes smoke into the night, ghosts lit through the windows of seedy bars and other desperate places. her red lips stretched in a wolf’s smile are no consolation you can fathom. you find yourself in a crouch, knees collapsing like brief empires. strangers with hollow eyes cry emergency, beckon for resurrection. here, filtering breaths through your hands, every second spreads down your back like a burning forest. no angels survive in war zones like these. "View -
zoejo - - "That night. The night. It will always be cased in resin, perfectly preserved; the perfect night. We both indulged in some psychedelics that night. Though, your trip was going downhill while mine soared. I could feel your uncomfortableness. It pulsed out to me like radio waves. You went away to try and purge yourself of the fungus that was tormenting you. You came back, still with fear painted on your face. You were not free from the spores. You said that they still had you in the palm of their hands. So we left, to the outdoors. As soon as the cool air hit my lungs, I felt intertwined, connected; to everything. I felt the life of everything pulse and breathe. I looked over to you, and some relief seemed to crawl upon your face. We walked all over campus. I had not a clue where my feet were taking me, but they seemed to know. I was a passenger to my own body. My eyes took in the dark night, glistening with water droplets from the morning. Even in the death of the end of fall, there was still life. Lights glowed and danced, colors popped out from all depths of the spectrum. We walked, and followed to wherever my feet led us. For hours we wandered, lost in the tranquility. We crossed a bridge, and you took my hand. Even in my state of mind, I knew this was monumental for you. Hand holding was not one of the fonder things on your list, so I treasured how your hand encased mine. So together we walked. Back to my room, hand in hand. We hardly noticed the cold, though inside my room the warmth blanketed us. We lay on the bed, your head on my chest, looking at nothing but each other. You sit up, eyes still locked on mine. In that moment, I swear I felt your soul. I was so connected to you, and you to I. And in that moment, you whispered, “I love you.” "View -
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silverfeathers - - "She sat huddled against the cold, a thin blanket thrown around her shoulders. She could feel the chill settle deep into her bones, but she didn’t flinch from the numbness that consumed her. The bitter wind kissed her chapped lips softly, but she closed her eyes and thought of spring. "View -
oneill - - "She leans into the rail grinding the sum of our hurt trying together to be not alone loves wages, paid love is a hammer we hurl against and the heart is a fist pounding there is no fall only green fire sleep and tearing hunger loneliness is a lady I never let go and she don’t ask questions when I stop at her door "View -
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skimbradsteen - - "I’m talking to the drapes to see if they hear me I wonder what’d they say if they had the ability to talk? Oh well the steps I’ve made to get this far are not in vain. One day I’ll hear the trumpets and whistles play So loudly in the distance afar. "View -
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