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Too many opiates day by day,
Make your soul and body pay,
Nausea, vomiting, and the shakes,
Exhausting, relentless body aches.
Children’s nursery rhyme, curtesy of me—Fuaire (via fuaire)
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What a beauty! Shows, sadly, just how much change life can force upon one - how much damage and hurt it can cause…
Nevertheless, the changes also caused complex, beautiful growth of the person inside, despite all the pain and horror…
I miss that person - and that body - so very, very much!! Every. Single. Day.
Fall in love with someone who wants you, who waits for you. who understands you even in the madness; someone who helps you, and guides you, someone who is your support, your hope. fall in love with someone who talks with you after a fight. Fall in love with someone who misses you and wants to be with you. Do not fall in love only with a body or with a face; or with the idea of being in love
me when i over think things (via stay-impure)
Love the way it should be, and I’ve been lucky to experience twice…
The sky still paints masterpieces in the evening, the stars shine afterwards and you’ll drift into dreams like before. Life really does go on.
me after you (via 11-11poetry)
But only for those left behind; like some diseased body clinging to life when death might bring peace.
i find myself getting lost in the memories of you and i and all of the things we used to be. like how we started off as lost lovers who accidentally found the way together. or how we grew into soft lovers that traced maps down each other’s spines in the dark of night. and then we were fighting lovers, the kind who forgot how to love each other with tenderness and care. we were foreign lovers, broken lovers, now almost lovers. the kind who forgot the other existed, the kind that hated existing without them, the kind that could have made it but didn’t.
lovers who fell apart as slowly as they fell together.