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&. by julixtta
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a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en
Smudged Ink by eavesdrop_
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Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.
Contrast by spectrums
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A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014
zero by julixtta
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Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?
collarbones by DanaScully
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It's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]
u s e r n a m e by kaaaatiiieeeee
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"i miss you." © 2016
city lights by wildlives
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There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]
bad blood by sicklove
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what's an adventure without a little bad blood?
5:48 [re-write 2.0] by cityscape
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Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021
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