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I went through people like I went through books. Compulsively. Consistently. One after the other. Falling in love. Shedding tears. Obsessing. Hating. Cursing. I was amused. Curious. Excited. Interested. Happy. Heartbroken. In pain. Some people like books were triology, a series, in terms of the phases of my life and our interactions. Some just stand alone books. Some got stained with my coffee. The others got away like the books you lend to friends and never get back. Most are sitting right here, on my bookshelf, most dusty yet precious. I don't read them again, but often think fondly of them. Like 442 pages, some stay in my life for 442 days. But the point is. I go through people the way I go through books. But people aren't books. I can't devour them. I can't annotate them. I can't derive my own meaning out of them. They are living, breathing souls. Deriving their own meaning out of my existence and our interactions. But that's not even the troubling part. The troubling part comes here: like books, I can't finish reading people. I can't be done with them. But I still need the next one, the new one. The one from another genre. The one I chance upon in a foreign country's independent bookstore cafe. I guess I've realized this. I've admitted it. This is my dark side. I go through people like I go through books. I used to think it's people who always leave. And I guess I was right. People do always leave. But I'm the people. I'm the one who leaves. Not literally. Not explicitly. Not painfully. But gradually, silently, in care and love. And that's more horrible, isn't it? Isn't it.
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People always seem to “grow out of me” almost as if I’m just a phase
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This poem is amazing... Speaks volumes💜
he always prized himself on his resilience knock him down never a frown he’ll get back up it’s just bad luck move along the track no point looking back always there for others bending his ear no bother helping out but keeping it out never affecting his state of mind a sort of detached but kind after all if he caved in then what then what use would he be either to them or to he got quite good at boxing things compartmentalising categorising compromising desensitising but now he’s coming to realise that each time he tries to box things away his brain cells say no way can’t you see we’re full no more of your bull taking no more contents boxes obvious dissent and as he lifts each top to box more things off past demons once contained in boxes in his brain burst onto the scene with howls and screams and now so many are free a daily haunting spree he struggles to comprehend how he originally created them his mind totally aghast at the ghosts of his past
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Image - Ghost Council of Orzhova by velinov on DeviantArt
Way true❤❤
you will in fact continue to have acne past the age of twenty
you will eventually hit a point where you start to feel icky inside if you go too long without eating some sort of vegetables
depending on your current level of athleticism/physical activity as well as the kind of activities you did as a kid/teenager, your joints may start acting whack in your twenties, despite what everyone says about that not happening until middle age
eventually you will reach a point where you wonder how you were able to stay up until 3am nearly every night and be perfectly fine the next day (and this moment will come much younger than you expect)
it is much harder to meet new people after you’re done with school than sitcoms would have you believe
don’t let society tell you shit: it is perfectly acceptable to live with your parents after you graduate, there’s no need to be broke and miserable just so you can have some misguided attempt at independence straight out of school
as I gaze upon the early morning mist
I’m wondering whose lips last night you kissed
and as dawn breaks into yet another day
I’m wondering how long with me you will stay
This or That
I’ve been tagged by @converginglives. Thanks for the tag :-).
Rules: bold your answers, neither and both are also acceptable. Don’t stress yourself out. Just bold what you like. Then tag 10 people
I’m doing this as myself, not one of my characters.
coffee or tea
early bird or night owl
chocolate or vanilla
spring or fall
silver or gold
pop or alternative
freckles or dimples
snakes or sharks
mountain or fields
thunderstorms or lighting
Egyptian or Greek mythology
ivory or scarlet
flute or lyre
eyes or lips
witch or fairy
opal or diamond
butterflies or honeybees
macarons or éclairs
typewritten or handwritten letters
secret garden or secret library
rooftop or balcony [neither, I’m not good with heights]
spicy or mild
opera or ballet
London or Paris
Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet
denim or leather
potions or spells
ocean or desert
mermaid or siren
masquerade ball or cocktail party
10 writer peeps, if you’d like to do this: @authordai, @desperatlytryingtowriteabook, @endlesshourglass, @firewritten, @focusdumbass, @libralibro, @maigoth, @merigreenleaf, @reeseweston, @siarven.