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[❛ @vanitysmuse]

@inkgoth it’s us against the world, cloud.

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@inkgoth always.

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@fickledheart i'm a selfish lover, i want it all- the romance and the rage.

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@fickledheart we can loathe each other, keep it tense and toxic.

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@fickledheart you in fact loathe me.

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what i fear most is attachment; the tether that takes place unseen, the slow surrender of self into something that can leave, and the ruin of learning how to breathe again once it does.

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@bfskinnr because reality is the plane in which i exist in now.

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@bfskinnr there will never be a last, pain exists even without the absence of another.

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@bfskinnr you're morbid for this, can the heart even take more?

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can numbness be sanguine amidst memories? if so, this frustration has no home, no roots to hold frame. i yearn to remember the prettiest parts of us without the hope of what never will. i want to feel again without the urge to run from the pain, without wounding you.

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the soul, decathected and damned: unfastened from its gravity, drifting without resistance. nothing pulls. nothing aches.

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@fickledheart guys, she's crashing out.

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i choose this: again, and again, this wound where affection does not dim in the wake of change, where memories haunt like a bruise beneath the skin, unsoftened by distance, unhealed by time. i return to you, knowing this may never become anything gentler than what it already is.

[❛ @vanitysmuse]

a self-inflicted wound— it is excavation. it is being emptied out in places i didn’t know had walls. the loss of the shelter, the quiet place your name sounded safe. you knew how to hold me without asking what was broken once. what remains now is not just absence, it is exposure.

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standing in the aftermath with no roof over the ribs. no language eroding for the ache that keeps echoing. my muscles remember a touch that no longer exists, reaching for it anyway. again, and again, like a reflex that refuses to die.

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the constant in the aftermath.

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@VANTASVOID : how i see you.
https://t.co/BTCDp0gl4h

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there's something so morbid about proximity.

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@fickledheart how many do you have?!/