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

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Wait! ✋️ Y'all don't love her like I love her! 💃

Wife Reval🤭🤭

Why does the night have to be so beautiful?

As I walk through the night, I remember what Mitsutsuka said to me. “Because at night, only half the world remains.” I count the lights. All the lights of the night. The red light at the intersection, trembling as if wet, even though it isn’t raining. Streetlight after streetlight. Taillights trailing off into the distance. The soft glow from the windows. Phones in the hands of people just arriving home, and people just about to go somewhere. Why is the night so beautiful? Why does it shine the way it does? Why is the night made up entirely of light?

The music flows from the earphones filling my ears, filling me—it becomes everything. A lullaby. A gorgeous piano lullaby. What a wonderful piece of music. It really is. It’s my favorite piece by Chopin. Did you like it too, Fuyuko? Yeah. It’s like the night is breathing. Like the sound of melted light.

The light at night is special because the overwhelming light of day has left us, and the remaining half draws on everything it has to keep the world around us bright.

You’re right, Mitsutsuka. It isn’t anything, but it’s so beautiful that I could cry.

- all the lovers in the night by mieko kawakami

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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.

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..

he's so me when I!

Raskolnikov is the realest main character to ever walk this earth because he‘s a broke college student who lays in his bed all day thinking about going outside, and then when he does he derealizes, decides that everything sucks, and gets so tired that he imidietly passes out after having to so much as to see other people. Mans was representing all of academia unknowingly.

literally have them in 24/7