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Abra and
Valentin Eni are now friends 1 week, 2 days ago -
Abra posted an update 1 month ago
broke up with cody like over 2 weeks ago, my heart really hurts :(
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Abra posted an update 1 month ago
jokes on me!
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Abra commented on the post, metro 1 month ago
i’m going down to the metro today, to see what there is to see. i’ll be joining colleges and friends. I’ll be presenting, so please stick around, and I’ll be dancing and following a tour, the last one trailing behind. Yes! that’s where you’ll see me, wandering in the pack, and singled out on stage. come see.
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Abra and
Samantha are now friends 1 month, 2 weeks ago -
Abra posted an update in the group
They said… 1 month, 3 weeks agoPay attention to whom you share your intimate energy with. Intimacy at this level intertwines your aural energy with the aural energy of the other person. These powerful connections, regardless of how insignificant you think they are, leave spiritual debris, particularly within people who do not practice any type of cleansing, physical, emotional or otherwise. The more you interact intimately with someone, the deeper the connection and the more of their aura is intertwined with yours.
Imagine the confused aura of someone who sleeps with multiple people and carries around these multiple energies? What they may not realize is that others can feel that energy which can repel positive energy and attract negative energy into your life.
I always say, never sleep with someone you wouldn’t want to be.
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Abra posted an update in the group
They said… 1 month, 3 weeks ago“The world is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper”
-Anon -
Abra posted an update in the group
They said… 1 month, 3 weeks ago”If you want to become whole, let yourself be partial.
If you want to become straight, let yourself be crooked.
If you want to become full, let yourself be empty.
If you want to be reborn, let yourself die.
If you want to be given everything, give everything up.
The Master, by residing in the Tao, sets an example for all beings.
Because he doesn’t display himself, people can see his light.
Because he has nothing to prove, people can trust his words.
Because he doesn’t know who he is, people recognize themselves in him.
Because he has no goal in mind, everything he does succeeds. When the ancient Masters said, “If you want to be given everything, give everything up,”
they weren’t using empty phrases.
Only in being lived by the Tao can you be truly yourself.”
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Abra posted an update in the group
They said… 1 month, 3 weeks ago“In the end, only three things matter:
how much you loved, how gently you lived,
and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”
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Abra posted an update 1 month, 3 weeks ago
The lust kicks in and I don’t know where to go. I’m stuck in this hole I’ve been digging, this lustful grave of wants and desires and it feels good when the hole’s being filled, but when it’s empty.. only full of needs, I struggle to crawl out, pull myself up and out from the misery so I can run away and find a new place to mettle with. It’s another vicious cycle and I think it’s turning you on…
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Abra and
bryan are now friends 1 month, 3 weeks ago -
tiffanylu posted an update 1 month, 3 weeks ago
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.
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good grief, keep going!
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i’m glad you like it :) you think i should continue and add to it?
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yes!
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Will Creates posted an update 1 month, 4 weeks ago
So many friends, lovers and family have been torn from my open heart that I can’t figure out how feel the joy of loving life. A lack that welcomes death more than the vibrant life it yearns for. Roots that I can’t kill remain safe behind the wall of time, kept for eternity in the emptiness of my heart. A fire that destroys without sight or witness.
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Will Creates commented on the post, bricks 1 month, 4 weeks ago
I will make it through the bricks. I will see the clear horizon. But a part of me fears that I’m setting myself up for desiring something that life has proven to not be true. So I punch the wall just to bleed. The pain, more important than the clarity. Close to death I know I’m alive.
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tiffanylu posted an update 2 months ago
cities. signals. smoke. (amalgamation)
ii.
always hand to mouth, eating up the crumbs of your heart
that you vomit and swallow and vomit and repeat–he moves to the side, at the edge of the mess you lay in,
shoes and pants clean.the way his face stills is a filthy thing.
all you hear falling from the chimney of his mouth
is a steady litany of suicide notes, manic
encouragements.you could bury yourself in them.
i.
each day is a struggle. you say the sun will not wake with you.
lonely street lamps exhale steam through
a third floor window.you breathe it in like second-hand smoke, let it fill you
until you become a pile of ashes
rising to the ceiling.
a sorry imitation of a phoenix.iii.
“don’t you have anything to fight for?” he asks.
you nod yes. “myself,” you say,
but the one skewered on the end of your sword
wears your face,
smiling through a mouthful of blood.if you were still capable of it, you’d both be crying.
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tiffanylu commented on the post, signals 2 months, 2 weeks ago
always hand to mouth, eating up the broken crumbs of
your heart that you vomit and swallow and vomit and repeat–he moves to the side, at the edge of the pool you find yourself kneeling in,
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tiffanylu commented on the post, signals 2 months, 2 weeks ago
each day is a struggle. the sun will not wake with me.
lonely street lamps exhale steam through
a second floor window.i breathe it in like second-hand smoke, let it fill me
until i become a pile of ashes
rising to the ceiling.“don’t you have anything to fight for?” you say.
i nod yes. “myself”, i say, but the one skewered
on the end of my sword wears my face,
smiling through a mouthful of blood.if i were still capable of it, we would both be crying.
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Abra and
Sarah are now friends 2 months, 2 weeks ago -
tiffanylu commented on the post, knock 2 months, 3 weeks ago
a stranger comes by on a sunday evening,
trying to sell me the grace of God
with promises of love and fulfillmentthe pamphlets he hands me feel like
cheap napkins fallen off of diner tables,
the ones with neatly scrawled ‘call me’s,
an invitation to lonely bodies.i don’t know what i’m waiting for.
he adjusts his glasses.
genuinely: no miss, i can’t stay for tea,
i’ve got so many people to speak to
tonight. and i think, what is this new life
i’m supposed to find if i’m still standing
by the burner alone?i close the door on him when i can no longer
meet his eyesand even that is done without conviction.
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Abra and
Katie are now friends 2 months, 3 weeks ago - Load More
