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norepinephrine, endorphine
i'd kissed before. i was kissed by my then-classmate and then-friend (that had dimples deeper than oceans trapped inside his irises) in the backseats of a bus that was taking us home from city of Budapest. it was pitch black once it drove away from soft yellow lights of calming town (with a very nervous architecture) – and therefore we barely saw other's face as i leaned forward to complete my dare. it was just a game - and per se, it shouldn't mean anything. (but it doesn't mean it won't.)     i expected a light touch on my lips for one or two seconds, maybe three. but five seconds passed, then he slowly deepened it. i felt like my h
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lung cancer
you're asleep, and i lay and breathe i breathe now i can do it unlike someone on your chest hoping that love is growing with every blood-stained breath your living-dead-flesh ejects- yes, it grows and grows when heartbeating of yours is breathing of mine, harmonized symphony where we are one, later we literally become in coffin coloured like skin of our friends that worked hard, and burned out for us to start existing - worry not, they're shedding tears of joy from ashtray.
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long.
hesitated, when i was with you and embraced, i was fondling those cheeks silken yet strong like spiderwebs with sharp fingertips, and for the last time allowed aura to lost itself in the two little seas of irises i used to daily bathe in, then- you closed lids, i opened my own, thanking heaven that it is not easy to have dreams anymore.
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words i keep for myself
i. there is a new violence within my voice - Lilith's lilt in warm, than-friendly alto and i know that you can't understand the horror of it. therefore, i want to be noiseless, as if in company of gods, and humbled - but i'm fading more and more, and my lips birth not only words of love, but of hate. ii. even if i close my eyes, or drew a sinister half-smile at the thought i cared, and i hurt, too. if the intensity was a painting, it would be a sword through maid's corset, through her white waist - a blade of a chevalier who vowed to protect her even from himself. after thousand bleeding hours, the final knockout numbed the bruise: her fa
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in nodus tollens
you can try, and imitate porcelain with smile-that-is-not, but now you hate yourself just a little more than usual- cocaine is a fucking sugar compared to his poisonous presence and dark electricity that's, in those fast hours, striking through nervetissues. you can try, and pretend that not everyone is gone- than welcome home familiar feeling that'll chain you to wall just to see the red on the white- night is not enough, for that satisfaction, nor it'll ever be. you can try, and sew what is savable of skin, and maybe paint the pain of it in the sadly bright colours of the Morgenröte that'll bravely contradict scarlet underneath the
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diagnosis
It's not arrhythmia but heart sobbing.
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good morning
you're too young for those thoughts- she massaged her temples and straightened up to grab a white cigarette box while sticking out tongue at the warning message: the world begged to differ, she muttered and sighed through burning nicotine, through fire that devoured death-wand's initial white.
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der Weltschmerz
/eins/ i won't forget lips, nor tears nor everything else that had You on my cheeks, but i'll do my best. (because love, you're the howling in woods of lunacy) /zwei/ i will forget your astrology talks, how you explained my whole self just through stargazer's midnights, and the tiny fear in the eye when you realized that i have a Pluto in the 12th house: the best paintings are never painted, and some words decompose better in saliva than in brain. /drei/ i won't forget those endless lines of fruit of having a lot to say: doubts and thoughts, pseudonyms and asterisk-less cuss words: because it was the only friend i needed, and yet i neve
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insomniac
i. i lit a waxy prayer for you between the holy walls just as a mere formal gesture - i don't believe in their staccatos of doom. ii. porcelain masks have been falling, and there were monsters behind them- how do we still care for those (mine, and yours) is enigmatically disgusting. iii. so, instead of extinguishing that little fire i'll light one more, waiting for you to do the same, somewhere, wherever you are.
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norepinephrine, endorphine
i'd kissed before. i was kissed by my then-classmate and then-friend (that had dimples deeper than oceans trapped inside his irises) in the backseats of a bus that was taking us home from city of Budapest. it was pitch black once it drove away from soft yellow lights of calming town (with a very nervous architecture) – and therefore we barely saw other's face as i leaned forward to complete my dare. it was just a game - and per se, it shouldn't mean anything. (but it doesn't mean it won't.)     i expected a light touch on my lips for one or two seconds, maybe three. but five seconds passed, then he slowly deepened it. i felt like my h
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lung cancer
you're asleep, and i lay and breathe i breathe now i can do it unlike someone on your chest hoping that love is growing with every blood-stained breath your living-dead-flesh ejects- yes, it grows and grows when heartbeating of yours is breathing of mine, harmonized symphony where we are one, later we literally become in coffin coloured like skin of our friends that worked hard, and burned out for us to start existing - worry not, they're shedding tears of joy from ashtray.
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long.
hesitated, when i was with you and embraced, i was fondling those cheeks silken yet strong like spiderwebs with sharp fingertips, and for the last time allowed aura to lost itself in the two little seas of irises i used to daily bathe in, then- you closed lids, i opened my own, thanking heaven that it is not easy to have dreams anymore.
w
words i keep for myself
i. there is a new violence within my voice - Lilith's lilt in warm, than-friendly alto and i know that you can't understand the horror of it. therefore, i want to be noiseless, as if in company of gods, and humbled - but i'm fading more and more, and my lips birth not only words of love, but of hate. ii. even if i close my eyes, or drew a sinister half-smile at the thought i cared, and i hurt, too. if the intensity was a painting, it would be a sword through maid's corset, through her white waist - a blade of a chevalier who vowed to protect her even from himself. after thousand bleeding hours, the final knockout numbed the bruise: her fa
i
in nodus tollens
you can try, and imitate porcelain with smile-that-is-not, but now you hate yourself just a little more than usual- cocaine is a fucking sugar compared to his poisonous presence and dark electricity that's, in those fast hours, striking through nervetissues. you can try, and pretend that not everyone is gone- than welcome home familiar feeling that'll chain you to wall just to see the red on the white- night is not enough, for that satisfaction, nor it'll ever be. you can try, and sew what is savable of skin, and maybe paint the pain of it in the sadly bright colours of the Morgenröte that'll bravely contradict scarlet underneath the
d
diagnosis
It's not arrhythmia but heart sobbing.
g
good morning
you're too young for those thoughts- she massaged her temples and straightened up to grab a white cigarette box while sticking out tongue at the warning message: the world begged to differ, she muttered and sighed through burning nicotine, through fire that devoured death-wand's initial white.
d
der Weltschmerz
/eins/ i won't forget lips, nor tears nor everything else that had You on my cheeks, but i'll do my best. (because love, you're the howling in woods of lunacy) /zwei/ i will forget your astrology talks, how you explained my whole self just through stargazer's midnights, and the tiny fear in the eye when you realized that i have a Pluto in the 12th house: the best paintings are never painted, and some words decompose better in saliva than in brain. /drei/ i won't forget those endless lines of fruit of having a lot to say: doubts and thoughts, pseudonyms and asterisk-less cuss words: because it was the only friend i needed, and yet i neve
i
insomniac
i. i lit a waxy prayer for you between the holy walls just as a mere formal gesture - i don't believe in their staccatos of doom. ii. porcelain masks have been falling, and there were monsters behind them- how do we still care for those (mine, and yours) is enigmatically disgusting. iii. so, instead of extinguishing that little fire i'll light one more, waiting for you to do the same, somewhere, wherever you are.
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Beam of hope
When the pages were left blank And my heart in sadness sank When my dreams get mind-wired And my vision's uninspired When I walked alone this road Stumbling on every word I wrote You were there to show me how To keep my inspiration's vow Such a talent at that age Your every writing keeps me amazed A single pen, a wild dream And a poet's fire within So thank you, for you've been my friend A beam of hope in every dead end I wish for everyone to see Just how beautiful you can be.
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Lost November {Legolas X Reader - Oneshot}
Lord of the Rings: Prince Legolas X Elf!Reader {Oneshot-Request} Song: DIAURA - Lost November ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gentle white petals, that seemed almost like the softest feathers of the purest swan, gently fell on the shiny grass. The daylight has been brought to the halt. The chilly evening breeze gently lulled the tired branches of the weeping willows, decorated with pure white pearls that never stopped falling. Everything seemed to be getting ready for the peaceful slumber. The only thing that seemed to disturb the serenity of the slowly falling night was the shadow of a certain prince. As he rested on one of
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Once upon a November
                             Unce upon a November,                           God sent one of his angels                                Down to the Earth                            The angel was fragile,                            Yet so much was set                                 Upon her                               Wings, fragile and                                   Transparent                               Eyes, scared yet                                     strong                               Lips, quiverring                                  in fear                              Not many angels survive            
Toothless babysit
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Fragile Wings
          Faint glimpse of a                               The glassy star,              Fragile, crystaline                       It means that one                    Moondust,                          Angel deserved                      Following                      Their wings.                                                 Whenever   you catch a                                 Wings, as fragile as                                   The star itself.                                       The very                                       Own wings,                                    That the angel                                  

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malevolence
"it's probably a disgusting paradox." i confessed, as wine's sweetest madrigal made my heart shiver just a little more than usual. next to me, the girl with mascara trace on eyebags, smirked and passed me cigarette to inhale god's perfume while nose-tapping his collarbone. "don't." (you care about my lungcells more than your own?), "you are not my father" i confessed, aware that wine's sweetest madrigal filled your arteries as well. soon, i was teasing nicotine-fragments on worn-out black of nailpolish, as the fire in your lighter made the candle on my grave burn just a little faster than usual.
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Thanks so much for adding me to your deviantWatch! :iconletmehugyouplz:
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This is super late but thank you so much for the fave! It really means a lot :dalove:
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Thank you so much for watching me! :hug:
It really means a lot to me! :happybounce:
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No, thank you for mentioning me TWICE in your status updates!!

I hope you too are having a fantastic day! Love 
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Thank you 😊 
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Welcome! Love 

I'm so sorry for the super late reply!
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