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Is it possible to miss plants?
I had a desk pothos at work, named him. Watered him and everything. Squirrel which entered our office through ducts kindah killed him. Ate the roots off. I am not delulu but I do miss him a little. Now my desk looks empty.
How does anyone differentiate peace and lonely?
It is funny, my definitive twenties went by me figuring out where I belong.. and then the world caught fire, now anywhere I look like I belong, they are gonna throw me out..
Moth
I want to be a butterfly, but I’ve always been a moth. Attracted to shiny things that hurt me. Not a graceful existence but a frantic terrified one. A pest not a thing of beauty, a hex not a blessing. There’s beauty in moths but not a lot of people want to take the time to see it. They are beautiful but they are imperfect and hard to love. Lovable but unloved creatures.
I am sorry you misunderstood my need for reassurance for romance!
“But when she wanted to, Inej had a way of making you feel her silence. It tugged at your edges.”
Kaz has the audacity and stupidity to think Inej makes herself known to him. My brother in Ghezen, you are the only one who can feel her presence. She's seen to YOU. It's not her doing, IT'S YOURS.
Kaz: Something’s off.
Wylan: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.
Kaz: No, but that’s funny.
This is all I am.
Skin and bones.
Poetry and grief.
Blood and sins.
Grovelling inside a secondhand body.
I cried in the middle of too many strangers.
In a running public bus.
When I heard about the war
On the other side of the world.
Does that make me stupid or human. ?
Why do I care?
எட்டாத உயரத்தில் நிலவை வைத்தது யாரு.
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
-Sylvia Plath
Dr. Pamela Isley by Jessica Fong
They are not going to be proud about something you were expected to do ?!
I like how confident some boys are when they dm in a sly way.. "Hey, no calls or texts this week, someone is busy." Yeah like, I everrr called or texted you in the first place.
How cute. Bro, I don't even know you. You said my artwork was nice, I said thanks. You didn't even make it to the general column.
Comfort. The power this word holds. The very easiest way in which someone can get access to your well guarded mind and self. Comfort. The one greed disguised as need that humans couldn't resist.
The power 'comfort' holds and how underrated it plays our lives.
The first time in a veryyyyy long time when you actually believe yourself saying 'Im fine' is magic. ✨
Passing clouds maybe...
But I can handle the dark ones that stand still and pour down. It was the bright light ones I trusted, made my life gloomy by hiding my sun.
I mourn for all the poems that died in my head when I was alone.
I apologise for not being lonely enough to give them life.