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One of the things that hit me during this short period of time that I'm not what I thought I am, I always saw myself as someone who's vulnerable and so loud about their love and emotions, but turned out that I'm not like that at all. I find it funny that my friends really denied it whenever I talked about that with them, but it was so obvious that even a teacher of mine noticed. All those year, I thought I was throwing my emotions on every person I meet, and that's why they got scared and abandoned me. But after some reflection, turned out that I was just too absent, what I said was never heard because I never used my voice, and whenever someone really, really liked me..I'd just push them away because I'm not used to being loved. I've always had this mass of dirty laundry in my throat, and I was always too careful of showing love..and I've never really noticed that before until my absence hurt the one person who was willing to put the effort to be with me

Wait y'all allow me to dump this reoccurring thought because I don't want to address w my friends

I said, “Don’t touch my mouth. There’s teeth in there,” and you replied, “There’s teeth everywhere on you.”

The space that surrounds us is a place of separation and difference. It frames us, shapes our identities, and makes inevitable the interplay of subject and object, self and other, that defines our relationships within the world. It is a vital place, yet in the act of looking our gaze streaks through this apparently empty and irrelevant expanse of air to focus on something solid, a physical object to match our physical subject. The gap itself is overlooked, passed through without consideration in our pursuit of the tangible and 'real.' —Richard Davey, from “Oliver Barratt: Poetry of the Void,”

• The mortifying ordeal of being forgotten. http://thegirlthatcriesacademia.tumblr.com

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By Takato Yamamoto

ومرَّتْ عصورٌ وما عاد أهلُ القُرى يذكرون حياةَ الغُلامِ الغريبِ الرُّؤى العبقريِّ الجُنون وحتى الجبالُ طوتْ سرّه وتناستْ خطاهُ وأقمارَهُ وأناشيدَهُ واندفاعَ مُناهُ وكيف أعادَ لأهلِ القُرى الوالهين القَمَرْ وأطلَقَهُ في السَّماءِ كما كانَ دونَ مقرْ يجوبُ الفضاءَ ويَنْثرُ فيه النَّدَى والبُرودهْ وشِبْهَ ضَبابٍ تحدّر من أمسياتٍ بعيدهْ وهَمْسًا كأصداء نبعٍ تحدّر في عمْق كهفِ يؤكّدُ أنَّ الغلامَ وقصّتَهُ حُلْمُ صيفِ. https://www.instagram.com/p/CYCaaUmPr_V/?utm_medium=copy_link

Home is behind, The world ahead, And there are many paths to tread, Through shadow To the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight, Mist and shadow, Cloud and shade, All shall fade All shall...fade. http://moth-song-archives.tumblr.com