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stopover3 years ago in City Life
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The other side of Portio II3 years ago in Waterscapes
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minus 15 degree Celsius3 years ago in Weather
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the grace 3 years ago in Flowers, Trees & Plants
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los cuentos de alicia3 years ago in Fantasy
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walk with the head4 years ago in Conceptual
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Alice3 years ago in People
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it's raining in our hearts.four months ago, the weather was warm but the sky was dark except for little glowing drops of light that sliced through the darkness and pounded on your cracked windshield. the wipers were screaming back and forth cutting the comfortable silence we sunk into. your knuckles were white on the steering wheel as if the bones were begging to get out and i swear, i could hear your heart beating from my seat eighteen inches away. your eyes kept straying from the road to my face as i stared decidedly out the window watching the storm build and calm in the reflection of my eyes as the sky poured color infused water droplets on us. i wantedit's raining in our hearts.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
libre3 years ago in Emotional
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When I was small...3 years ago in Fantasy
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Flight4 years ago in Landscapes & Scenery
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elbe4 years ago in Cityscapes & Skylines
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bromide and other nonchemicalsshe’s empty mouthed.bromide and other nonchemicals4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
she can’t explain but it’s like that pins and needles feeling except in her heart. it’s like she could have said twelve thousand and four different things and she picked the wrong one. it’s the way she’s no good with words except she tries forcing her ideas into verses and stanzas and neatly packaged displays of her individualism. so it’s as if she’s set up an exhibit in her mind, complete with glass windows for people to press their handprints into, staining her already disheveled head with traces of themselves. she’s empty mouthed since she just realized that not a single bi
wishes are a lot like regrets.i say a lot of things that maybe i don’t mean so while we were sleeping in glass covered streets. i was talking about being a lot like twenty four hours that are disappearing. like i could make something pretty or poetic out of the fact that i’m a complete waste of your time.wishes are a lot like regrets.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
we were leaning against the curb trying not to cut our skin on the sharp pieces of our shattered reality as i said that we can’t age backwards and this is as young as we’re going to get and that you should just pretend i never happened. pretend i don’t exist because i can’t say what i should to you. i can’t say the words to fix this. i
1074.3 years ago in Invertebrates
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Summertime...4 years ago in Emotional
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week eight4 years ago in Expressive
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yeah, but it could be a myth-cnote to self:yeah, but it could be a myth-c4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
you'll find someone. really you will.
you'll find someone since you just have to. since it hurts to feel this sort of inside out. maybe this time you'll find someone who won't spill dandelion wishes down your throat forcing you to swallow all these words like lies and beliefs like truths and every in between that makes you want to come undone. and maybe this time, your someone won't spread through you replacing your veins with roots as he becomes an integral part of your survival. because eventually, this boy who's spread through you like a sickness will pull away from you ripping out your insides, ripping out your silly littl
decisions 4 years ago in Conceptual
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White Forest2 months ago in Landscapes
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Day146 3 months ago in Conceptual
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Upstairs4 months ago in Landscapes
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Persepolis II3 years ago in Classic Portraits
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