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dni: bpd fetishists
and nobody knows my lover is buried underground
February 8, 2026 at 8:50 AM
“We were always going to say goodbye, weren’t we?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I loved you though. I love you so much.”
A pause.
“I know, I know. I loved you too.”
February 8, 2026 at 8:21 AM
i can lose everyone. but not you, oh god, not you.
February 8, 2026 at 7:51 AM
February 8, 2026 at 7:21 AM
i kept my hope. nothing will destroy me this time.
February 8, 2026 at 6:51 AM
that’s the first honest thing you’ve said to me since the sixth grade.
February 8, 2026 at 6:21 AM
my ability to act normal when i’m about to explode is insane
February 8, 2026 at 5:51 AM
You're not the only person in the world that isn't okay
February 8, 2026 at 5:21 AM
you are made of dreams and this world is not made for you
February 8, 2026 at 4:50 AM
“oh, is all forgot?” i ask. “all school-days’ friendship, childhood innocence?”
February 8, 2026 at 4:20 AM
do not abandon me, even if i have abandoned myself.
February 8, 2026 at 3:52 AM
You are as beautiful as the day I lost you
February 8, 2026 at 3:22 AM
On Fridays we yearn, Saturdays we long, Sundays we procrastinate and deny all the pining we’ll be doing from Monday to Thursday.
February 8, 2026 at 2:51 AM
grief really is just love. its all the love you want to give, but cannot.
February 8, 2026 at 2:21 AM
for every question 'why' you were my 'because'
February 8, 2026 at 1:51 AM
when they make fun of your accent, i will take you swimming because we all sound the same underwater
February 8, 2026 at 1:21 AM
Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?
February 8, 2026 at 12:51 AM
February 8, 2026 at 12:21 AM
February 7, 2026 at 11:53 PM
i remember my childhood as a long wish to be elsewhere
February 7, 2026 at 11:21 PM
and the universe said you are not alone
February 7, 2026 at 10:51 PM
i just want to smile by your side... i just don't want to cry anymore.
February 7, 2026 at 10:21 PM
the morning after i killed myself, i went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. i told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
February 7, 2026 at 9:51 PM
tired little laughs, gold-lie promises: we'll always win at this
February 7, 2026 at 9:20 PM
when i say i love you,it’s not because i want you, or because i can’t have you——it has nothing to do with me. i love what you are,what you do, how you try.
February 7, 2026 at 8:51 PM