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That's it. That's their friendship.

Melt in my mouth like poetry

kiss my tears ever so delicately

hold me close to your heart

caress me on those dark nights

cage me in your love like never before

oh darling I still need your love

I still need your love.

One fine day my bestfriend asked me why I was so sad all the time and I just thought about how everything and nothing was making me sad. It wasn't a concrete experience I could pick out of my mind and say, "hey I'm sad about this", because honestly I don't know. I don't know what I'm sad about and I want to tell you I'm not okay but I don't know where to begin there is so much to be sad about and so less to be happy for. Sadness is a constant feeling, my sanctuary and happiness is like grains of sand it keeps slipping from my palms the more I try to hold on to it so I've stopped trying.

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗎 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 ♡

𝗏𝗂𝖺: 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅_𝗓𝗈𝗈

Does anyone ever feel tired of simply existing?

There is something so comforting about sitting at libraries late at night with a candle, while you gulp the pages of a book with a hungry fervour. You are so lost in a different world, for a while nothing matters except for the pains of your character and you don't even realise it's dawn. You haven't moved an inch, your back aches, your eyelids are drooping, but you feel this contentment in your chest, and god I would give anything to bring that feeling back.

Not knowing names of songs I liked in a public place will forever come to haunt me in my dreams.

Moonlight

Temporariness of human existence

Charles Bukowski, "white dog," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire