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fragmented memories

@wizardglam

she/her; has a thing for bl and random stuff
The right person, the wrong time ......The right script, the wrong line .......... The right poem the ,wrong rhyme ...And a piece of you, that was never mine.

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Web weaving about "when you are the one who is always being left in the end".

If love could be better written in words, then i would write you two letters . One which calls your heart and one which calls my death , in absence of you.

Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “Amá”

[Text ID: “In One Hundred Years of Solitude, / Márquez wrote that we are birthed / by our mothers only once, but life obligates / us to give birth / to ourselves over and over.”]

Coming back to Tumblr, feels like fever dream and a nightmare all at once. I don't know why .

"Altogether, I think we ought to read only books that bite and sting us. If the book we are reading doesn’t shake us awake like a blow to the skull, why bother reading it in the first place? So that it can make us happy, as you put it? Good God, we’d be just as happy if we had no books at all; books that make us happy we could, in a pinch, also write ourselves. What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than we love ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like suicide. A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us. That is what I believe."
- Franz Kafka

Or it can also be the frozen sea which breaks under your feet, and drowns you deep into the cold temperatures, where no comfort can ever aid you in keeping alive. It is like being cold and deathless .

— Love poetry discovered by Archaeologists in Egypt from the New Kingdom period 3,300 years ago.

[TEXT ID: I shall lie down at home / and pretend to be dying. / Then the neighbors will all come in / to gape at me, and, perhaps, she will come / with them. / When she comes, I won't need a doctor, / she knows why I am ill. END ID]

I will draw up coffins where my love is buried with memories of you . - Ch.

“Robinson had to sign on, you see, had to make his dangerous voyage, had to suffer shipwreck and many other things—I would only have to lose you and would already be Robinson. But I’d be more Robinson than he. He still had the island and Friday and many various things and finally the ship that took him away and practically turned everything into a dream. I wouldn’t have a thing, not even my name, since I’ve given that to you as well.”

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (September 5,1920)

My love for you will become the island i shipwrecked on , one place i would willingly isolate myself from, so that no light can save me from the madness which i deliberately allow

Linda Pastan, from The Five Stages of Grief: Poems; "Because"

[Text ID: “because life seemed so short; / because life stretched before me / like the darkened halls of nightmare; / because I knew exactly what I wanted; / because I knew exactly nothing; / because I shed my childhood with my clothes— / they both had years of wear left in them;”]

And the clothes seemed too heavy and handed down, i felt a part of me hide away, baring the thin strands of love i could never escape from.

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Deadpool: Say, what's a less legal, more effective alternative to pepper spray?
Daredevil, without missing a beat: A flamethrower.
Spider-Man, who only wanted to team up for Team Red: *sigh* Guys, his knife barely touched me.

Me : a slipper doused with pepper spray !!!

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Desire.