𝘓𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦s ☽

"So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence" _ R. Arnold

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Seeing (by Arista) under a poem immediately let's me know that I'm going to finally feel understood

Her love is a rose, pale and dying Dropping her petals in land unknown All full of wine, the world before her Was sober with no place to go

I wandered too far from my true name, and the forest learned it before I did. Each step traded something living— a memory, a hunger, a certainty— until I was lighter than my shadow. The mirrors stopped recognizing me. They showed a figure shaped like habit, eyes borrowed, voice thinned by vows I never meant to keep. Somewhere, my old self sleeps under moss and quiet magic, waiting for a hand that remembers how to reach without asking permission. I walk on, spellbound and unfinished, wearing a face the world accepts. If I am lost, it is not for lack of searching, but because the path keeps changing when it realizes I am following it. By Arista

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"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living." _ Jonathon saffron foer, extremely loud and incredibly close

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If a love hasn't grown wings of dreams from the depths of your soul, Ripped open your chest, And perched on the rim To lick your bleeding heart. It wasn't a love after all

Oh how I've missed you guys 😭😭🥹