⁺ᯏ 🍪 ₊ could you hold me without any talking? ☆ ✨༢

-ˋˏ 🎧ˎˊ- "Stay" —
Gracie Abrams
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-ˋˏ 📸ˎˊ- I love bird watching
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📼📼📼 I love finding beauty
📼📼📼 in everyday things
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🤩𓂃 . 𐑞 I still wish for you ︶ ⟢
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© Conan Gray —
"Eleven Eleven"
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today's date 🌠

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Despair coloured me blue — my veins are bursting, the blood's flowing.
Holding onto the invisible traces of your footsteps, I'm caged in the grief.
Only left by my soulmate, I discovered a place to store all of the longing —
A little heart behind my ribs, a petite burden buried underneath.

It's freezing in my bones, and purple patterns stain my skin —
The first snowflakes during an otherwise apocalyptic scene.
My tears pause mid-air, not having reached my chin.
I should stand up but how do I find the courage to leave?

I made a pledge to stay true to whom I loved but is it still in force?
I trusted the process, being blindly led away from the light of the sun.
How can we live on a planet and call it wonderful when there's divorce?
How can we ignore the constant shifting of what can truly define love?

You can leave your other half to struggle, to burn down in the flames,
And watch, watch it all from above, imagining yourself as the god.
You may think you're the strongest but do you think you are just as brave?
I'm an atheist but this planet is not a place where a soul like me belongs.

Despair coloured me blue but it's a natural process — a simple response.
Holding onto the invisible traces of your footsteps, I'm still in disbelief.
Only left by my soulmate, I know what my body desires, and needs to, and wants:
A beating heart behind my ribs, a petite organ buried underneath.

11.11.2025
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🪁🪁 Just in case: I'm okay,
🪁🪁 I've just been listening to too many sad songs lately

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☦️☦️☦️☦️☦️☦️
🌟🌟🌟 so, since the songs I
🌟🌟🌟 listen to play a huge
🌟🌟🌟 role in this space, I have finally decided to tell you a bit more about what I really like when it comes to music (artists, genres, and songs)
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⭐️pop ⭐️alternative ⭐️jazz ⭐️art rock ⭐indie ⭐️indie folk

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⭐️Conan Gray, ⭐️Gracie Abrams, ⭐️Laufey, ⭐️Radiohead, ⭐️Cigarettes After Sex, ⭐️Cavetown, ⭐️Bleachers, ⭐️Alec Benjamin, ⭐️Olivia Rodrigo, ⭐️Phoebe Bridgers, ⭐️Harry Styles, ⭐️Ariana Grande, ⭐️Lana Del Ray, ⭐️beabadoobee, ⭐️Billie Eilish, ⭐️Sydney Rose, ⭐️Земфира, ⭐️Sasha Alex Sloan, ⭐️Mitski, ⭐️Devon Gabriella, ⭐️Maisie Peters, ⭐️The Paper Kites, ⭐️Chappel Roan, ⭐️Lizzy McAlpine, ⭐Liv Romano, ⭐️grentperez, ⭐️AURORA, ⭐️Cults

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⭐️My World — Conan Gray
⭐️Too Little, Too Late — Laufey
⭐️Subterranean Homesick Alien
— Radiohead
⭐️Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call
— Bleachers
⭐️We Hug Now — Sydney Rose
⭐️Hard To Sleep — Gracie Abrams
⭐️Sweet — Cigarettes After Sex
⭐️When We Were Younger —
grentperez, Cavetown

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The charged distance between us,
The weight of a thousand whispers.
You say I'm not defined by my memories.
Your love has to be a sweet remedy.

You don't try to fix me but you hold my hand.
And in every battle you helped me withstand,
Your love was the armour keeping me safe
And the home I could go to at the end of the day.

Your kindness is my guide, my North Star,
Leading me back to you, into your arms.
And it never matters how far I will go:
My feet still remember the real way home.

#poems@waitrm
12.11.2025

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Your eyes are the colour of the sky on a clear day,
The same colour as the most beautiful forget-me-nots,
The same colour as the ocean's gentle waves,
The same ones as Neptune, and for that I have a soft spot.

I can imagine them boring into mine from the other end of the room,
We'll make eye contact — and a new painting will maybe be born.
I'll let them be my lighthouse when the universe is punished by doom,
And I'll be the land that refuses to give up without causing a storm.

Your eyes are brighter than all the blue moons (can they beat the sunlight?)
You're a real diamond hidden in a river of identical grains of sand —
The real gold in the water, as it seems, doesn't always have to be bright
But common people like chasing fast wins, so they won't understand.

I wish I was an artist so I could capture the universe hidden deeply within
These beautiful eyes, and the marvellous soul behind them as well.
Words fail to be enough but immortalising you is a true need,
And I'll try till the end of my days, shall it bring me to heaven or hell.

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#poems@waitrm

📹📹one day, I'll start making
📹📹a student's film that will lead to my being chased and driven insane by a tall faceless entity but you aren't nerdy enough to understand