“repine : (transitive) To fail; to wane. (intransitive, now literary) To complain; to regret.”
— https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/repine (via kemeadows)
the thing about her, is that she was happy alone. everyone around her was looking for a connection and something to grasp onto, but she was happy being free. she was happy being unchained, happy with no pressure of connections and love. all the love she needed was within herself, and everybody else was just a distraction from everything she was trying to achieve. she understood herself more than anyone else understood her, and that was the most beautiful thing about her.
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the things I think but can never say come out to play in my poisoned ink
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And the sands of time Seep down through The hole of the hour glass With each grain More time passed And over time Everything changes Rearranged So you play the Chameleon Changing your skin To fit in But deep down You’re the same But at some point Your camouflage Is ineffective Requiring you to be Reflective And what remains Jumps into the flames Burning to ashes Arising reinvented Your Phoenix Flying out to the new The old left to burn In the flames Of the past
Puppis A Supernova Remnant
Your poetry is gorgeous
your heart isn’t purple but it’s certainly not yet black perhaps it’s shades of blue for a love that’s not coming back
life stresses mean it’s certainly not mellow and your courage keeps it from turning ribbon yellow
your heart’s certainly not it’s natural rose red but whatever hue it beats shows your heart isn’t yet dead
Can’t wait to see my Hubbie live 😍😍
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