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My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery,always buzzing,humming,soaring,roaring,diving and then buried in mud.🥀
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you move me more in a moment
than the earth moves in a year.
“I am flying like a single red rose, leaving a jet stream of solitude and yet I feel nothing, though I fly and hurl, my insides are empty and my face is as blank as a wall.”
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I spent rainless evenings standing in fields at sunset, waiting to be raptured into the green flash of twilight, wishing there were another way to exist in the world.
you will rise.
and are you less of a woman for this? no
what is woman?
woman is this—enduring.
listen girl, you will survive this–you
will.
but what fool said you had to do it
silently?
here is a tip—scream
.
i am writing to you from a place that burns,
with a body that has loved you too much.
i am writing this in hope that you burn too.
i am writing to you from the trojan war.
i am writing myself as a gift.
a horse made of wood
with a belly bred for war.
If I love you with the pieces of my broken heart would that be enough?
Forwarded from Twisted (Harriet)
I know how to love but i don't know how to believe I'm loved.
He is there in the places of the friends I have lost and never found. I know in my heart he cries for the scars left on my body and for the pain I make myself go through.
Forwarded from Lost·In·Pieces (Dandelion)
All I really wanted was for someone to need me. All I wanted was a love that didn’t hurt so bad. All I wanted was for someone to find my sadness a tragedy. All I wanted was for someone to keep reminding me it’s going to be okay and that I was worth fighting for. All I wanted was all I gave.
Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
Because we are the descendants of grief, we learned how to cry without a sound and moaning.

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Forwarded from Thoughts Hub (Hubeyb☁️)
The problem is that you have a mind mature enough to alienate people, but you have the heart of a child who is afraid of isolation, torn and lost.
Forwarded from Battle Of Fools
I hate it when I can't hold in my sadness.
I pretend to smile as I walk by
They don't know my real mind
They dont see how I cry all the time.