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No, YOU are insane. I on the other hand prefer to laugh when the book is funny
Drowning in my sea of melancholy, your montage of chaos
She was your personalised symphony of chaos, but only I could play your crescendo of despair
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Yeah alcohol’s cool but have you ever waltzed with your enemy in their masquerade ball, their face inches away from yours and their arms wrapped around you tightly? Me neither, pass the bottle
There is something entirely beautiful and utterly heartbreaking about the concept of falling in love.
Its when you hear their laugh and you stare in wonder, speechless that you’re able to witness it. Its when you remember every little detail about them and they’re shocked by it. Its when you wake up and your first thought is whether they had a peaceful sleep or if they woke the entire night. Its when you write them love letters and spritz the paper with their favourite perfume.
But its also watching them love smile with someone else. Its also watching them write love letter to someone else. Its also watching them begin to fade from your daily routine.
But mostly and ever painfully so, its watching them love another while your heart ebbs away just a little more as the cycle of love starts again.
You are my moon, my stars and all my desires
A fixed amount of solvent (my braincells) can only dissolve x moles of solute (every detail in a fantasy universe)
Fictional men written by women being ink on paper is my villain origin story
The calm before a storm; the love before a loss
What do you mean I standing ominously towards a window while I deliver a monologue why we wouldn’t work isn’t flirting
Hate that I only find the fictional morally grey, psychos hot but I must stay true to myself
Your love was always enough for even my most intimate desires
Nicotine
You are my second father,
A father who I could relate with
A father who shared the same weakness
The one that I share my despondency with.
You are my second father,
The one who enlightens.
A father who I used to watch
Whenever he lights up a cigarette.
You are my second father,
The one that I used to be closed with.
The one that taught me ways to cope
The one that taught me not to smoke.
But now that I’m older,
You had started building walls.
Our conversations had reached to its end,
As you started flaming your nicotine.
I don’t have much to say now
But just like you, you know that I’m here too.
You might not be able to hear me right now
But please don’t leave me too.
Smoking Violet
Smoking fetish
Sexy milf
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Violet
VIOLET
