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I wish I could go back and tell her she's enough..

Still - Poem

I am rot / I am foul / I am nearly gone / Still you kept me in your embrace / Satan streched out his hands / With his long fingers / To get me to him / To get me to purgatory / Still you kept me in your embrace / I bled on your bed / I bled on your carpet / Drowning us both in my blood / Still you kept me in your embrace / The little girl inside me is long gone / The girl with fair hair / The girl with a pink room / The girl with dreams / The girl you fell in love with / That girl has vanished / Still you kept me in your embrace

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This is my first poem I am uploading here so please be nice..

girls don’t want boyfriends, girls want their fatal flaw, a morbid longing for the picturesque, to cause them to snap because “what could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?”

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“People were just smaller back then”

Nope. Fat people have always been here, aren’t going anywhere, and have always been beautiful and worthy of respect.

Please know that I will love you forever </3

Wandering ~ Poem

Once we die

Start to decay

Rot

Where does our soul go?

Does it stay in this prison of

bones and blood

flesh

Or does it wander?

Visiting our childhood home where we used

to laugh and dance

love

Can we still go back?

Will we return to the places we knew

where we were still pure

innocent

or will we simply vanish from existence?

Can you answer me this question, love

or will I have to beg

plead

so my bones can ultimately rest?

a sad girl's guide to summer

if you can't get rid of it, you might as well romanticise it, right?

lying awake on hot summer nights and listening to a sad girl playlist

sitting by the ocean or lake while looking melancholic

collecting sea shells and other little trinkets to look at

reading ancient philosophy and russian literature in public

strolling around your neighbourhood and befriending stray cats

eating way too much fruit

thinking about the fig tree

watching the moon and staying up until sunrise

mourning your non-existent summer romance

wired headphones

getting really good at making iced coffees

watching sad summer movies

writing poetry on postcards that you will never send

taking lots of Polaroids of mundane things

crying

I myself have been dealing with what I like to call "the summer blues" so I felt like writing something like this, I hope it resonates with some of you!! As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions and tips in the comments! <3

love ya ･:*₊‧✩

especially *insert all of them *

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I love Franz Kafka with all my heart! ♡

I'm sorry you're so unhappy with your life, but that doesn’t mean you have to make mine more miserable than it already is!