i dont know who i am anymore
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four o'clock by blankspacenine
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you never sleep regularly anymore.
the stars by rhodes_
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gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.
boy by rhodes_
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"i remember." © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2015. N. A. The sequel to 'Boy' is 'Funnybones' and is available to read on my profile.
hoi polloi: a collection of prose poetry by aropols
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hoi polloi: "the many" (In English, it has been corrupted by giving it a negative connotation to signify deprecation of the working class, commoners, the masses or common people in a derogatory or, more often today, ironic sense.) A collection of words that mirror the infinitesimal details that are weaved within the fabric of mankind's individualism and humanity.
Pointless Verses, Nonsense Curses by earthworship
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"drinking cough syrup when you didn't have a cough was ironic, because in reality, you were sicker than you thought." a book of poetry, phrases, paeans, and prose that seem to capture the essence of what life has shown me. [you b r o k e me, life. but now I am indestructible] [my words are all I have. please do not take them from me. ©]
How to Paint Our Skies by LiarLiarLiar
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❝When I met you . . . you're the first person in my life, besides my family, that treated me like a regular human being. You're my first friend and my best friend. I would be lying if I said meeting you wasn't most the most important day of my life. And the one that would end up eventually ruining it.❞-Annalise Martin. Annalise Martin's skies are painted darkly, filled with darkness from a life many would not wish to lead. Through a series of letters, Annalise hopes to find closure over losing her best friend and lover, Finland Erickson. But sometimes, we need a little bit of perspective to paint our own skies. Cover art by: norhuu on tumblr
Breaths by punctuations
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❝ everything inside of me is living in your heartbeat. ❞ © nate k. 2015
Grey Light by voyageur
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A collection of short pieces, one-shots, character sketches, and scenes that don't belong anywhere (yet). Alternative description: Word dump for thoughts & feelings I want to get out of my head or remember forever. June 2014-2018
robbers | matty healy & harry styles by winterings
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'now if you never shoot, you'll never know.'