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i can't promise you anything. i made a mistakei can't promise you anything. by ~paperheartsyndrome
when i told you that i could love you
forever. i know now that the only thing
i can know for certain is that nothing
will ever be certain again. we could
wake up tomorrow and feel something
completely different. we could wake up
tomorrow and be completely different.
that's the exciting part. it's also the
part that makes it hard to even fall asleep
in the first place.
my heart attacks
my every whim and everyday is this whirlwind
of terror and elation and i don't even know
where to end or begin or if this makes sense
anymore, but the one thing i've come to realize
is the worst kind of lie will always b
sorry oksorry by *ohsostarryeyed
so i don't remember how to write
poetry because it's pretty
and that's the last thing i feel,
and i can't write stories
because they're all happening to me
though i've forgotten how to live
and yet
can't stop dying
but i can't stop breathing
either
just look for a second
this is what i'm dealing with-
i'm feeling too much
all the salt in the ocean;
i'm not pausing as i feel
my breath stuttering
like my heartbeat
in my chest,
so i wonder if i have
given myself
palpitations
or if i just miss you
enough to put a hole in my chest,
and i wonder if i could do it myself
with a knife or if it's from
natural causes;
i
please let me get what i want. For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up. I woke up with this bone-deep ache that never went away. I woke up to an incessant question playing in my mind that would never be answered. I woke up alone.please let me get what i want. by ~paperheartsyndrome
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up without you when I woke up at all. The thing about time is that it never does make anything better. It just means more space to think. It means sleepless nights trying to figure it all out. When it went wrong. How to make it better. It means slowly losing my mind. But it never once meant getting over you.
It's funny how the things you think you've forgotten always come rushing back when
Love It's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.Love by ~UntamedUnwanted
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship o
Sta.sh
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My Love Story: [link]
A Beautiful Moment [link]
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My Love Story: [link]
A Beautiful Moment [link]
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My Love Story: [link]
A Beautiful Moment [link]
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My Love Story: [link]
A Beautiful Moment [link]
And have a merry Christmas, too!
(This is, of course, assuming you celebrate Christmas. I don't, being Jewish and all. But I thought, you know, since a lot of people are Christian, they might, and, hell, Christmas is a really lovely time of year. So yes! -end ramble-)
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I wouldn't change a thing. I would change everything.
Thanks to `yuumei for the lovely author tag
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My Love Story: [link]
A Beautiful Moment [link]
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Amy Susannah
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I wouldn't change a thing. I would change everything.
Thanks to `yuumei for the lovely author tag
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time will understand.