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⠀⠀ . ཾ༵❃ུ۪ ❚l┊ 。 hey guys pyrefell (a java ooc server) is officially open again. the server is on 1.17.1 (for now!) and medieval themed so if you'd like to join reply below my tweet <3 we’ll be officially reopen soon                              ⠀⠀
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A lover? Maybe. Something tender, anyway. But tender like a bruise.
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you are the heartbeat / I listen to beneath my ribs.
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I don’t care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.
I wait gluttonously for God.
Loneliness, that vast silhouette of love, rose up around us like a hedge maze, a great conditional tense.
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you are the heartbeat / I listen to beneath my ribs.
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Love is not consolation, it is light.
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I love him in a way that unknots me from the sky — from the inexorable flow of day into night.
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Since you left me I carry death in my heart.
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I prefer the certainty of separation than the uncertainty of almost.
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Margaret Atwood says, “if you get hungry enough... you start eating your own heart.” Mine ate me. What does that make of this hunger?
there is no ‘us’. there never was, never will be. we are alone, the way we always have been.
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/dsmp /rp
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Harmony and serenity cannot be found inside themselves, so they search for these qualities in others. Little do they know they are the calm found in the storm of others... If only they knew they are the definitions of peace and love.
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I know your heart is a cathedral. Sometimes you visit me and your hands become birds, unfurl the whole forest.
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🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱 🌱🌱🌱🌳🌱🌲🌱🌼🌱 🌱🌱🌱🌱🌷🌼🌱🌲🌱 🌱🌱🌼🌱🍄💐🌱🌱💐 🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱 🌱🌱🌸🌻 🌱🌱🌾🌱🌺 🌱🌱🌳🌱🌱🌱🌺🌱🌼 🌱🍄🌱🌱🌿🌼🌻 🌱🌱
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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.
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show me your thorns and i'll show you hands ready to bleed.