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(my favorite) ways to say i love you

you’re really something, aren’t you

come here

sit next to me?

you’re my favorite

i was just thinking about you

i notice you all the time

here, i made this for you

this song reminds me of you

if you do it, i’ll do it

i miss you so much

i wish i had known you sooner

you’re warm

Riley Samels on Instagram / Etsy

You make the simplest things magnanimous.

A small acknowledgement from you

Feels like seeing my name written in the sky,

A smile from you,

is a salve for my wounded heart.

A minute spent with you

feels like a lifetime,

Even holding your hand

feels like having you in bed.

I wish you could feel

how you make me feel.

I wish you could experience

the volumes of ecstacy you give me

So you would know what a privilage it is

to be loved by you.

Me irl

In my bed in my head in my heart

I walk down memory lane because

I love running into you

Rose tinted memories come flooding in

And I have you back for a few

Its hard to think

That not everything is cataclysmic

That the universe didn't plan for us

When all the pieces seemed to have fallen into place

Wrong person right timing?

Maybe next time around

When you're brought into my orbit

Ill have new moons and might finally know my place in this galaxy

But will our gravity be enough to make you stay

3 years ago I wasn't enough

3 hours ago I was too much

And what a shame

I had already imagined us

I dont know if I loved you, or the space you filled

In my bed, in my head, in my heart

And I can still see it

Concerts in your boxers and rooftop philosophies

I loved the thought of being with you

Or maybe it was the thought of not being on my own anymore

Alone

In my bed, in my head, in my heart

How do I ask the universe for anything other than you?

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IMBIMHIMH 28/12/21

I wanted to write honestly what I really think of the girl I love so I did, I won't be able to tell but hear Tumblr

when I think about sunshine and laughter  it is your face that comes to my mind.

I'm holding you tightly so you don't slip away away, I think  I'm holding on too tight my finger lingering slowly up, it strokes your soft hand, along your cheeks, I twist my finger around your hair. damn, I forgot  you don't like that.

I see something in your eyes fuck, I'm stranded in an art museum.

I'm alone in your garden and my head is full of you. I like you too much I want you all to myself. What is your dream, this world. Our Dreamworld. The garden we are laying seeds down for. I think, what if one day I have to forget your eyes? Your voice ?   I wonder will I lose you? I'm holding on so tight, it feels like I'm fighting a whole city.

The seeds, what will happen to the seeds I'm planting. the trees, the flowers, the lilies, the roses, the sunflowers and avo trees - they always were too expensive in shops. will they have blossomed? Have you tasted its fruit? will I have to tear it down, Will I have to burn this garden too? I can't,

I will water it forever and wait but what if you return only with a firestick? My tears fill up rivers for you. But my feelings fill the ocean. Is this an endless garden? don't plant thistles or ivy! My heart pains, I hate tearing down gardens, Have I already? Tell me what it is that you see? In the mirror I see, no lily, no rose, no sunflower. I turn and see baby blue Cadillacs driven by peg-legged nuns on pogo sticks. I lay my head on your heart I hear one, two, three heartbeats.

Will I be turned into a person who's text is left on read. but don't worry I say. I will never say a word

These I have loved

A great tall girl, full of blue

Inviting lips, sweet to the eye but never tasted

Glasses that were black but now are pink

A voice of the ocean, Like waves hitting the breakwater

Of hair so perfect, Aphrodite should blush

A figure akin to the sun setting on the horizon

A connection so deep, the ocean has nothing on it

The future that lights up my nighttime

A conversation of Apple's and taste

Two people so together- hot and cold water

The sound of soothing poetry

A great tall girl

Yes,

These I have loved

Mystery

Even though I see you all the time,

It seems I don't know you.

You are an open book,

But still a mystery for me,

Like a puzzle with some pieces,

But still as good as a one with no pieces.

Trying to figure you out feels like,

Guessing the rainbow colours as a blind person.

And just when I begin to feel,

That may be, I know you,

I see a new you.

Saumya Thapliyal

If you wanna love the world, where do you start?

I wanna write a story

about the sun that was once my chest,

about the cloud that was once my head,

about reaching for air, how I was finally able

to fill my lungs with a single breath,

how I've learned about peace and then heard

something inside me crack.

If you wanna love the world, where do you start?

I move too fast, it's my thing

to set a pace and outrun it;

it's my thing to collect my tears just in case

all drinking water gets poisoned -

can only hope that I've cried enough

so I won't die of thirst.

If you wanna love the world, where do you start?

'Cause I can feel like I'm about to break,

again;

I remember so very clearly

how I was making deals back then

for just a splinter of, not joy,

but potential.

Cycles over cycles, little athlete, tell me -

didn't you pass yourself a million times?

Do you still mourn the dreams

you once had when you were more than stuck

and just needed to get out?

If you wanna love the world, step by step,

how do you do that without needing to resurrect;

I found my place in the world and came back from the dead,

but casket diaries, they become quite exhausting -

take a second, just imagine it,

it's no fun anymore the millionth time

'cause I know by now

how my coffin's shaped and

my fear has turned to resignation.

So how does it come the sun still hurts as badly,

so how does it come that the light on my skin

still feels like it did on the first day?

From Sage Enderton’s chapbook, WHERE DO DEAD GIRLS WANDER?, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/where-do-dead-girls-wander-by-sage-katherine-enderton

Everything that you perceive as beautiful and sublime, may not seem that way to me, but it does not give me the right to say that it is horrible since my perception is different from yours. Art by Jill Tascher Basham.

Don’t Take Anything Personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering

It's silence I crave, it's why I swim

The weight of water

Over me

Around me-

The safe silence of submergence.

At the waters edge I may be ugly,

But underwater, we are made equal And

When I speak strokes

I Am Beautiful.

-Adaptation of my favourite book, the weight of water by Sarah Crossan

These I have loved

A great tall girl, full of blue

Inviting lips, sweet to the eye but never tasted

Glasses that were black but now are pink

A voice of the ocean, Like waves hitting the breakwater

Of hair so perfect, Aphrodite should blush

A figure akin to the sun setting on the horizon

A connection so deep, the ocean has nothing on it

The future that lights up my nighttime

A conversation of Apple's and taste

Two people so together- hot and cold water

The sound of soothing poetry

A great tall girl

Yes,

These I have loved

I loved to write for you, I used to send you postcards, And I absolutely liked it so muchhhh. Then you told me to stop. Why do I love you and hate you

i bury words beneath my tongue

like we bury people once they're gone,

i worry that your mouth might

unearth them with a kiss

but sometimes i just wonder

what you hide behind your lips.

i want to tell you i love you

like a song completely new,

i don't want to sound

like some cover,

a reprise without the truth.

my love speaks in French,

but you only know English,

my love sounds like nonsense

and i don't think that you're fluent.

my love sounds like a splutter,

when it's really a language to learn;

it should resound like a symphony,

a tumbling tongue and a stutter

is not what you deserve.

I wanted to write honestly what I really think of the girl I love so I did, I won't be able to tell but hear Tumblr

when I think about sunshine and laughter  it is your face that comes to my mind.

I'm holding you tightly so you don't slip away away, I think  I'm holding on too tight my finger lingering slowly up, it strokes your soft hand, along your cheeks, I twist my finger around your hair. damn, I forgot  you don't like that.

I see something in your eyes fuck, I'm stranded in an art museum.

I'm alone in your garden and my head is full of you. I like you too much I want you all to myself. What is your dream, this world. Our Dreamworld. The garden we are laying seeds down for. I think, what if one day I have to forget your eyes? Your voice ?   I wonder will I lose you? I'm holding on so tight, it feels like I'm fighting a whole city.

The seeds, what will happen to the seeds I'm planting. the trees, the flowers, the lilies, the roses, the sunflowers and avo trees - they always were too expensive in shops. will they have blossomed? Have you tasted its fruit? will I have to tear it down, Will I have to burn this garden too? I can't,

I will water it forever and wait but what if you return only with a firestick? My tears fill up rivers for you. But my feelings fill the ocean. Is this an endless garden? don't plant thistles or ivy! My heart pains, I hate tearing down gardens, Have I already? Tell me what it is that you see? In the mirror I see, no lily, no rose, no sunflower. I turn and see baby blue Cadillacs driven by peg-legged nuns on pogo sticks. I lay my head on your heart I hear one, two, three heartbeats.

Will I be turned into a person who's text is left on read. but don't worry I say. I will never say a word

I loved you so much, I hated how much I didn't tell you this. If you ever read this I still love you A. E

They asked me whom I love

I thought of the hue of your eye's

I thought of the dark tint of your hair

I thought of the strong perfume you always have

I thought of how we clicked, we never got bored of each other

I thought of you

I thought of you

I thought of you

I thought of you

And I think of you

I think of you

I thank of you

And

I

said

No

one

2018.05.23

I wanted to write honestly what I really think of the girl I love so I did, I won't be able to tell but hear Tumblr

when I think about sunshine and laughter  it is your face that comes to my mind.

I'm holding you tightly so you don't slip away away, I think  I'm holding on too tight my finger lingering slowly up, it strokes your soft hand, along your cheeks, I twist my finger around your hair. damn, I forgot  you don't like that.

I see something in your eyes fuck, I'm stranded in an art museum.

I'm alone in your garden and my head is full of you. I like you too much I want you all to myself. What is your dream, this world. Our Dreamworld. The garden we are laying seeds down for. I think, what if one day I have to forget your eyes? Your voice ?   I wonder will I lose you? I'm holding on so tight, it feels like I'm fighting a whole city.

The seeds, what will happen to the seeds I'm planting. the trees, the flowers, the lilies, the roses, the sunflowers and avo trees - they always were too expensive in shops. will they have blossomed? Have you tasted its fruit? will I have to tear it down, Will I have to burn this garden too? I can't,

I will water it forever and wait but what if you return only with a firestick? My tears fill up rivers for you. But my feelings fill the ocean. Is this an endless garden? don't plant thistles or ivy! My heart pains, I hate tearing down gardens, Have I already? Tell me what it is that you see? In the mirror I see, no lily, no rose, no sunflower. I turn and see baby blue Cadillacs driven by peg-legged nuns on pogo sticks. I lay my head on your heart I hear one, two, three heartbeats.

Will I be turned into a person who's text is left on read. but don't worry I say. I will never say a word

I started a blog on WordPress for my poetry come see what I wrote and maybe read about me, there's only two pieces so far but I have tons poems waiting for you all

The Colour blue

Favourite Pieces

My Favorites A Selection Of My Favourite Written Pieces Over The Years 22 July 2017, 02h44 If my word’s could turn into bullets shooting Thr

Baby, who has two phones?

It's silence I crave, it's why I swim

The weight of water

Over me

Around me-

The safe silence of submergence.

At the waters edge I may be ugly,

But underwater, we are made equal And

When I speak strokes

I Am Beautiful.

-Adaptation of my favourite book, the weight of water by Sarah Crossan

It's silence I crave, it's why I swim

The weight of water

Over me

Around me-

The safe silence of submergence.

At the waters edge I may be ugly,

But underwater, we are made equal And

When I speak strokes

I Am Beautiful.

-Adaptation of my favourite book, the weight of water by Sarah Crossan

These I have loved

A great tall girl, full of blue

Inviting lips, sweet to the eye but never tasted

Glasses that were black but now are pink

A voice of the ocean, Like waves hitting the breakwater

Of hair so perfect, Aphrodite should blush

A figure akin to the sun setting on the horizon

A connection so deep, the ocean has nothing on it

The future that lights up my nighttime

A conversation of Apple's and taste

Two people so together- hot and cold water

The sound of soothing poetry

A great tall girl

Yes,

These I have loved

Things I learned from failing classes:

Failing classes can be a result of many things and not just your lack of understanding the material. Life, mental health, stress levels, sleeping habits, and poor communication can all factor into it

It is not a reflection of how good or bad you study, especially if you pass your other classes

Sometimes you need to take a class several times before you finally understand the material, even if you work your ass off the first 3 times you take it. Sometimes concepts just won't click and you just need to memorize tests. That's ok

Cry. Cry it out

Keep class notes and tests. They make amazing review material when you retake the class

When you retake the class, approach it like it's your first time. If you go through it like you know the material, you're going to miss key points and probably fail again

Emailing a professor probably won't help you too much. If you can, go to office hours and workshops instead where you can interrupt and ask questions as you go

Sometimes you just have a bad professor. When you retake it, try a different teacher. Different teaching styles and presentations can greatly impact your comprehension and retention of information

Be honest with yourself about where you failed and why. Focus on the material you suck at and try to relate it to the stuff you're good with.

Teach your pets. Go through the lesson and talk out loud to them and explain everything. You're much more likely to catch areas of concern when trying to teach the material

Your professors want you to pass (mostly) and it's their job to answer all your questions

You're paying for that class so be annoying and ask questions every 5 minutes. Save yourself some money

Teachers are more than happy to discuss with you your problem areas and provide materials to help you out. They're there to ensure your success. Reach out to them

There is no shame in retaking a class 5+ times. Don't let other people define where you should be. All that matters is that you keep trying

Don't take the class over each semester. Give yourself time to recover from the failure. Pushing it will just lead to frustration and failing again

Ask other students for help. Chances are they'll understand parts you don't and be able to explain it in a less formal manner

If you dwell on it or compare yourself to others, you're going to feed a depression and anxiety around that class, making it harder for you to pass

Don't beat a dead horse. Acknowledge that you failed and need to take a break

Failure does not define you and failing classes in your major doesn't mean that you picked the wrong field

MeIRL