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Coward

Coward

I'm a coward

I don't have enough courage to make history

I want you back

I had you and now, that you're gone, I say nothing, hoping for the better, despising myself for it

Numb

I don't feel anymore because I was scared of emotions, thinking I'd be better without them

I'm a coward

I don't have strength or will anymore to make it better

Stuck in blank space

Feeling blue and desolate is my comfort now

all over the place

-a ghost of a memory

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1 year ago
Windy. Foggy. Cold.

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There are still tales about the figure dressed in all black, walking aimlessly, its life provided by nature.


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1 year ago
One Of My Favourite Things To Do, While Waiting For Somebody, Anybody Really, Is Taking Out My Book And

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This was The Secret History written by Donna Tartt, a truly thrilling read. It’s been gaining popularity for a few years and it’s known as the staple dark academia book.

Highly recommend it, I’ve tabbed living life out of it.


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4 years ago

always and forever ✨

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1 year ago

about me:

Aki | fancy chaos |

- INTJ-T, 8w9, aries

- currently a philology high school student

- side interests: art, music, singing, photography, writing

- currently reading: started many of them with no energy so, whatever I feel like atm

- favourite book(s): Norwegian Wood – Haruki Murakami/Radio Silence – Alice Oseman

- favourite movie: Dead Poet Society

- favourite artist: MARINA (and the diamonds)

- favourite song: Buck-Tick – Sakura/Kiss Me Goodbye (always changing tho)

“What happens when people open their hearts?”

“They get better.”

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“I wish I could be as subtle and beautiful. All I know to do is scream.”

“People move on quicker than I can comprehend. People forget you within days, they take new pictures to put on Facebook and they don’t read your messages. They keep on moving forward and shove you to the side because you make more mistakes than you should.”

Alice Oseman, Radio Silence

“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”

“How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense.”

Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis

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1 year ago
Trigger Warnings: Ableism, Abuse, Addiction, Classism, Death, Depression, Grooming, Incest, Rape, Suicide,

Trigger Warnings: Ableism, Abuse, Addiction, Classism, Death, Depression, Grooming, Incest, Rape, Suicide, Suicide ideation

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With caution and understanding of the TW, to feel human, you should read No Longer Human.

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