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They said… 1 week, 2 days ago“I’m afraid that some times
you’ll play lonely games too.
Games you can’t win
’cause you’ll play against you.”
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They said… 1 week, 2 days agosomething old, something new, something borrowed, something blue
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Summer for forever 1 week, 6 days agoIt’s the evening and my room is slowly inhaling lazy early-summer air through the screen window, drifting over my bed like a warm air mass. It’s these times, when summer is just starting, that you feel like it’ll last forever, and it’ll always feel this good. It’s like the beginnings of first love, just when you realize that you’re in love, when you haven’t been rejected yet, when you hope and imagine and expect that everything will turn out the best. It happened to coincide for me, the beginning of last summer. But summer goes on. The air turns more humid, you’re up at midnight, listening to cricket chirps and watching firefly glows. You wouldn’t want the air any cooler than it is, because it has the feel of summer to it. You know you’re in the middle of summer, you know you can calculate when the exact midpoint of summer is – but then, you’ll have ruined all the summers you have remaining, because you can’t fool yourself anymore, summer’s not half-over yet. But it passes, just like the summers before and the summers after.
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Call It A Diary 1 month, 1 week agoI look upon my memories of the day and wonder, could I have done something to change it? Could I have made a difference?
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Call It A Diary 1 month, 2 weeks agoSome days I think back to how I used to love you and everything you were. Then I realize how deeply you can miss someone in such a short period of time.
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It was kind of like… 1 month, 2 weeks agoIt was kind of like the twisting of a dagger into my mind, which no asprin seemed to remedy…..
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They said… 1 month, 2 weeks agoODE
by Arthur O’ShaughnessyWE are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world’s great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire’s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song’s measure
Can trample an empire down.We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o’erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world’s worth;
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It was kind of like… 1 month, 2 weeks agoIt was kind of like watching hot water boil. Except, you love every bit and piece of it.
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zoe @zoejo ?
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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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