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amanda☥ wrote about the word: admit 2 years, 6 months ago
the moon can’t admit to the sun the reasons she has for avoiding him. she’s quiet, he’s quiet. think of the mess that would make. think of the burning grass. green going brown dry dead. ocean going empty, fish gasping for a breath.
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amanda☥ wrote about the word: juice 2 years, 6 months ago
sweet honey nectar. dripping down chins, coating lips in a sticky fruit-smelling residue. close your eyes, savor savor savor this moment, this sugary nostalgia.
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amanda☥ commented on the blog post materials 2 years, 7 months ago
he pushed them around with is fingertips. making swirling marks on the table, as though he were writing words, beautiful words in some other language. his eyes were empty.
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amanda☥ wrote about the word missed 2 years, 7 months ago
i missed out on life, i missed out on nostalgic yesterdays. too busy twirling soggy-footed in rain storms. what’s god’s name? i can’t remember. let me sleep, just let me sleep some more. amen.
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amanda☥ wrote about the word swimming 2 years, 8 months ago
my legs and arms move but i don’t feel it. I just see the world going by in a blur of faded colors. the air is thick like water. i float. i sink a little. i float and float and swim, then cough. sputter. drown.
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amanda☥ wrote about the word strung 2 years, 10 months ago
bones and teeth, strung like shiny white pearls on a string around her neck. she’d stroke them and think of ghosts and the things they leave behind.
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amanda☥ wrote about the word bronze 2 years, 11 months ago
a sun god stands before you. he’ll hit you with poison arrows and you will falter, become the earth once more.
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amanda☥ wrote about the word element 2 years, 11 months ago
in basements, in deep places underneath your organs, flowing in your blood. you feel all feelings and then more, always more
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amanda☥ wrote about the word pleased 2 years, 11 months ago
Seashells reflecting moonlight. Whale songs, they sing about love.
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amanda wrote about the word forgotten 2 years, 11 months ago
Quiet eyes and fading faces. A name, a person, a feeling. It’ll never rise up from the bottom of the sea. All manner of marine life has grown over it. But don’t worry, the fish will take care of it.
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amanda rose wrote about the word secure 2 years, 11 months ago
behind teeth, all cocooned in silk. no sinking ships here, not for miles and miles. these waters are calm now. ah, mi amor. that consuming white light, that lovely blur of the morning.
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amanda rose became a registered member 2 years, 11 months ago
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