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celestialerror*
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March 14, 2017 9:02pm UTC

You weren’t made of magic, and you didn’t have galaxies in your eyes. You were just a boy with a crooked smile who told me I was beautiful. Now, you’re a fleeting memory–nothing more than a whisper in the wind.
(338/365) by (DS)

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*gloomy*
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October 21, 2015 5:54pm UTC

Drabble #79 – its skin of gristle (this isolate)
It’s a strange kind of reverence that comes with downing the night’s heartbreaks in the eve of winter. The air cold and dry, I watch you pack your luggage as I unzip mine. Bite my lip, act like the silence isn’t choking me. Your suitcase with the broken wheel drags by your side, like a dead body, heavy with memories and life lost. I toss in a piece of my heart just before the click of the lock. Do you know what it’s like, feeling like an echo? You were always the type who had a lot to say and no one ever knew what was going to come out of your mouth next. Today, you didn’t say a word, and I’m astonished by how thoroughly we have broken each other.

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*gloomy*
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October 21, 2015 5:51pm UTC

Drabble #77 – Fathoms Below
I know what it’s like to come home to everything being scattered and smashed, floor dirty with the heavy, invasive tread of strangers. It’s like the inside of my own head. The man who came to see me afterwards mentioned a lot about the pain, the grief, the wanting to blame someone and rage against the unfairness of it all. But what the man hadn’t mentioned was how I suddenly feel like I’m in on the joke. It’s hard to be the comic relief when no one wants to laugh at you anymore. And, god, isn’t that some game-changing irony. But that conversation’s already spoken for. It’s done, even if no one wants it to be. They all want to keep bringing it up, want some kind of conclusion, want everything to be okay, if I can just talk it out. But we all want a bunch of things we can’t have, and sometimes being okay isn’t what someone needs. They want a reason, a perpetrator, a motive, and more often than not you don’t get that. You just get a broken home; glass to clean up, furniture to replace, new memories to make.

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*gloomy*
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October 21, 2015 5:40pm UTC

Drabble #71 – Plum Tea
A soft, welcome laugh, you brush my hand. The shimmery oil rubbed into your skin glints in the light, catches the spot where you touched me. The grasshoppers are a low, distinct hum that fills the empty spaces lulling between topics. Before I know it, you are standing to refill a glass I hadn’t noticed I was drinking. I keep losing pockets of time. You brush my hand, seated again, and more fractures of light catch my eye where your fingers are peeking from the folds of your sleeve. Eyes like gems look back at me, speckled with laughter and glowing in the mid-summer heat. My breath stutters to a halt.

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*gloomy*
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October 21, 2015 5:36pm UTC

Drabble #55 – I'mma give you chills harmonizing to Otis, Isley, Marvin.
I am stopping to smell the flowers today and you are only ever kissed by men with shadowed eyes. We do not go to the market on cloudless days; the citrus is cheaper when it rains. I count coins, you count street corners, and we wonder how we managed to get here. I believe we are both slowly growing roots, despite the fact that nothing, not even our clothes, has ever fit us quite right. As always, we won’t leave until we have to, until you fall too quickly and scare yourself out of the memories you’ve made. It never fails to amaze me how recklessly naïve you live yet how astoundingly shy you become when faced with commitment. But that’s okay, I do not question you. Today we are getting ice cream on the pier and I know that, for now, this is enough.

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*gloomy*
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October 21, 2015 5:31pm UTC

Drabble #63 – our lips, darling, they're so disarming
There are times when you look at me like my body is unlike your own, like I hold secrets in my chest that you want to discover, like the color of my eyes is entirely new to you, like my hands and my arms and my waist are all a thing of beauty and should be worshipped and studied and appreciated. When you do, my stomach makes knots and I feel almost ill with it, like I’ve handed you my insides and asked you to take care of them. You keep taking my promises, cradling them to your chest, and I never see them again. You smile, too many teeth, all of them sharp, and I am not afraid. It should hurt, probably. But maybe I’m immune.

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*gloomy*
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October 21, 2015 5:22pm UTC

She tells me to pretend she’s not there, to just talk. She says I can do that, I’m good at talking. I don’t want to talk to her. She says that’s okay, she knows. That’s why she wants me to pretend she isn’t there. If I don’t want her to help, the least she can do is listen. There’s a point she trying to get to, something she’s trying to get me to say, but I’m good at talking and talking and talking before the person I’m talking to realizes that I haven’t really said anything at all. Going unnoticed. I ignore her questions. She can tell. She notices. I ask if she can keep a secret, and she’s says yes, of course, that’s her whole job. But she’s lying, there are lots of situations that permit her to not actually keep a secret. I tell her this, that if I said I wanted to harm myself she would be well within her rights to repeat it to my parents. She sits back, as though I surprised her, asks if I want to harm myself, but I know better. I say that she can’t tell anyone, not a soul, that’s what keeping a secret entails. She asks about my friends, and not even them. Especially not them. I say that she thinks I don’t care about them. She says I don’t trust them, and that’s not the same thing. She’s right, it absolutely isn’t. I look out the window at the sky. It’s one of those weird mornings where you can still sort of see the moon. I comment on it. She thanks me, and leaves. She thinks about negative space in art. It reminds her of me, and how I only ever fill myself with what people want to see. It’s easy to forget about the negative space, and miss seeing the whole picture entirely. She wonders what angle she isn’t getting, what facet of the story isn’t visible to her. She wonders about all of the secrets I’m not telling, if she’s looking in the wrong places for them, and she supposes that would make as much sense as anything.

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Sweden*
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October 14, 2015 9:54pm UTC

Drabble.
When we were younger, your hair was as wild as the tangled tree
branches in the forest. Your heart held back the cage of your
ribs, you were a wild child with a heart that would have ran out
to any girl that could try to tame a hurricane. Sometimes. in
daydreams that was only just a foolish dream, I dreamt of our
days together as we grow old. You killed my dreams.
Loving a hurricane created a war torn in my heart with the thorns
wrapped around. You killed me. Maybe, it was expected to love some
-body as reckless, as you. In ways, I could have been a lost astronaut in
space looking fora way home to your arms. I loved your wild heart
and I assumed I could've tamed it. When we were younger, I kept my
heart on my sleeve so you noticed me easily, as we grown up you
seen the scars on my sleeves so you noticed my pain.
The disaster created left after a warzone, you kept me in the back of your
mind as if I was a secret to never be told. I was so close to your heart, those
words I yearned to hear, turned to run off your tongue, unhinged jaws of
the cliffs of the mountains; I was good to you. Through the town, it was
never made out of our paper memories, it was just the string that held us
together is made out of our memories. I found myself tangled through the
wild branches of the forest of your own secrets, searching for the real you.

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Sweden*
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August 4, 2015 11:42pm UTC

Drabble.
"Are you okay?" I asked for the millionth time, to my
friend. "Yes, I am fine," my friend says in annoyance.
Maybe, I have said, are you okay? or are you fine? too
many times, that it began to make itself a habit. Habits
can be the worse things, sometimes it can be the good
things in your life that made you successful, I found my-
self asking day by day, every day lately; if my friend was
okay because, not everyone is okay. I came to realize that,
maybe I asked constantly to my friends and family, because
I had no one when I was in the dark times, no one asked if
I was okay. I didn't want people to feel the same as I did.

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Sweden*
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August 1, 2015 11:09am UTC

Drabble.
He stands in front of her, smiling even if he had the amount of doubt in him.
“I lo-I had a good night, with you,” he said to her. She gave him an eyes closed,
smile, her dark eyelashes fluttered back open; “I had a good night too.”
He couldn’t tell her, he loved her; so he’ll keep it stuck on his tongue like sleep-
ing lambs, ready to run out like words when he does confess.
Because, love has to do with a lot of falling for; and she, herself is afraid of
heights. She was a beautiful mystery, kept things inside of her that no one
could ever understand but he, is afraid of failing like the others. “I..I love you.”
And if loving her would mean dying for him, so be it. He already fell once she said hello.
And we humans have millions of fears, but for him loving her was one of them
***
WROTE THIS EARLIER.

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Sweden*
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July 24, 2015 12:43am UTC

Drabble.
Your eyes widen as you've seen the world like a snow globe,
fall from your hands. Slowly colliding onto the ground,
I look at the side of your face, pain held back on your face,
tightened pursed lips. I reached for your hand, linked hands
like chains on your wrists, holding you back when you wanted
to be free from all the pain, surrounding you. Your arms went
limp, the only feeling I could share with you, was the friction
between our hands. Creating fire, that would only soon hurt
the both of us. But I held your hand anyway, continued to be
there. Even if it'll kill me towards the end, I would turn my
eyes downwards, to your broken world on the ground. Pieces,
and shards of glass stood still on the floor. You fingers felt cold,
against mine; a feeling that was always heated as we kept body
contact. I had to go, letting go of your hand. I turned to the per-
son who look entirely the same as me, as if we were mirrors.
"Goodbye," I whispered;
to the girl who I used to know, held back by chains on her wrists,
held back by her own fears with their very own spears.

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Sweden*
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July 13, 2015 11:08pm UTC

Drabble.
We all have these deep scars..
Maybe we grown to be disasterous people in other's lives;
you were one of those people in my life, that came in.
It was that very first time, you told me I was beautiful, gave
me those butterflies in my stomach. It was the first time,
I ever heard of that. We were just 15, and that smile like the sun.
Those eyes as cold as ice, but the touch of your fingers were
warm against my fingers as we held hands. I've grown to
fall more in love each day, to be heart broken with the sight
I don't want to remember. Your hands on her waist, lips against
hers, closed eyes and her arms wrapped around your neck.
"It was a mistake," you tell me, "it's a mistake."
So it was a mistake, every time my heart became broken? To the
boy who I loved so dearly, was it a mistake? I've grown to learn
that people are quick to betray others. I left everyone behind,
to find another boy. Who told me, not everyone is the same,
that we're all people who wander around in our minds trying to,
mend our broken hearts.
Was it even possible to fall in love with a broken heart? Even after,
I pushed and pushed him away. He was persistent. I loved him for
that, for putting back the pieces of me together. People are quick
to betray, to judge..But nto everyone is the same.
From loving someone.

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Sweden*
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July 6, 2015 12:44pm UTC

|Drabble|
"You can't break this heart..It's liquid."
The spring was sweet yet suffocating..Still sweet, like those kisses
you planted onto my lips, blossoming a beautiful flower representing our love.
Flowers, you gave me on our first date; you looked so awkward,out of place and shy,
but all the reasons that gave me to love you. I remembered how red your face was,
when you gave the flowers to me, like the red flowers itself. How the very next dates,
would be the sweet chocolates from your uncle who was the chocolatier.
Brown chocolates, caramel fillings, like the colour of your irises. The small details, I
began to love about you like the small wrinkle on between your eyebrows whenever you
smiled or frowned. Or how you liked to sit in high placed areas, whenever you felt sad.
But..that's where I am now, sitting on the roof of my house. I already felt the stab in my
heart, "I think we should..part ways," you tell me, "we're going to be different people soon.."
"It melted, when I first met you."
I stare to the boy who gave me the red flowers, the one who gave me the chocolates, the one
who gave me his heart and the one who wanted it back. I close my eyes, to avoid looking into
the brown chocolate, caramel fillings, like the colour of your irises. Before my eyes start
to rain out on me. I smile at you and whisper, "okay." When I opened my eyes the next minute,
you stare at me, lips pursed. "Thank you," I say, " for loving me to be the person today..Thank you."
The tears rushed down, "thank you," I keep repeating.
***
:) On Vacation, can't make the usual updates.
What's in bold except the title, is not mine. It's a song called, 'I am not crying' by The Flight Of The Conchords.

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Sweden*
posted a quote
June 28, 2015 5:55am UTC

Drabble # 4
►
"Hey, it's your mother.." she said into the phone awkwardly on the other line "I wanted to see you,
have a cup of coffee? Or go out for lunch?" Laughing awkwardly without humor, "I miss you."
The boy who stared at the phone, play out the voicemail live. "Your father-Well, I am sorry for dis-
owning you for being who and what you are." The tears slid down his cheeks, her voice still sound the
same; the woman who yelled at him to wake up in the morning to the woman who yelled along with the
man he called father who told him: 'he wasn't normal.' His mother was still on the line, braiding the thread
nervously. "I just..I just wanted, to talk to you. Fix everything up that was ruined by us."
He drew in a sharp breath, "I love you son-" her voice was cut off from the limit of minutes on the voicemail.
Staring at his phone and palm to his lips, trying not to cry. His lover came in with two cups of coffee, "I-What's
wrong?" Sniffling, he managed to have it in him to say it; "she called." He was engulfed with arms and an embrace
that felt nice, even if he was in pain. Letting go, he didn't want to let go. "I'll get more tissues," his lover said,
then left to retrieve them."
SAVE MESSAGE > YES
► play ►►fast forward ▌▌pause
"I love you son."
Tears rushed down even more, his lips trembled; "I..I love you too, mom."
***
SPECIAL DRABBLE TO CELEBRATE THE NEW MARRIAGE LAW!

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Sweden*
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June 15, 2015 7:36pm UTC

{Drabble}-
We sat beside each other, on the bench. This is where we met.
You looked tired, dark bags appeared under your bright coloured
eyes. Your elbows on your knees, leaning over with your lips against
your fingers. You wouldn't look at me, like something stopped you
from looking at me. Your lips pursed, I stare at you with my dark hues
of orbs called eyes. You looked like you were at the brink of falling apart.
You turned your head to the side, your hair falling onto your eye. You
stared at me. Those bright beautiful eyes, looked deeply to the dark eyes,
of a girl that was like any other girl. Dark eyes-Dark hair and a smile,
so those nights you spent broken, you could be mended back again.
Your lips are moving but I couldn't hear any words, I felt instantly numb
to the bone.
I could feel the cold tears slide down. Your forearms rests on
your knees now, you are leaning over. Blocking your eyes with your bangs.
avoiding any eye contact again. The words were sinking into my skin,
my eyes shot open wide in shock, covering my mouth and trying not to cry.
"I want to break up." You gotten up from the bench, not looking at me.
Shoving your hands into your pockets of your hoodie, you walk away and leave.
And this is where we part ways.

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Sweden*
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June 11, 2015 10:15pm UTC

(Drabble)
"Seele means soul in German," you tell me. A smile crepts up on my face,
you stood behind me, wrapping those long skinny arms around me, tightly.
We stood so silently, I could hear our hearts beating together rhthimically.
"I love you," you whisper. I pushed away, and tears dripped down my face.
Shaking my head, "I can't love you, like you love me." A painful smile appears,
"I know," you whispered, "I already knew." Biting my lip, I tried to reach for you.
You painfully pulled away, hurt in your eyes and I ran over to you. Grasping onto
the back of your shirt with my thick pudgy fingers, like a child wanting it's mother's
attention. "I.." I couldn't find an answer, you turn to me. Big eyes filled with tears,
you stare at me, " Seele.." you whisper, "you were a friend but nothing more, someone
who was my missing piece of a seele." You laughed bitterly, "my life used to monotone,
then you came along and it became colourful.."
A painful smile appears on your lips. "My seele and heart is missing your piece,
but it still beats."
**
Drabble.
I'm a writer too (_(

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*gloomy*
posted a quote
May 23, 2015 3:15pm UTC

Drabble #50 – Hot, Top, Flight (Boy I’m out of sight)
My toes are curling against the worn, chapped leather of your soles and I’m wondering what roads you have traveled for them to be so weathered. I’m sure if I walked across the moon, I would feel you in the dust beneath me, breathe you in with the stars like little candied bursts painting the universe on my lungs. Well, I too have been plucked like the strings of a fiddle. I have been strum to the beat of someone else’s heart all along. And we're walking down this path and the treetops are howling and I’m thinking… maybe that’s not so bad.

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Amenah
posted a quote
May 18, 2015 11:36pm UTC

my proof, y o u r f r e e d o m —
You've never been one to walk away from love unscathed, so I can't say I mind the damage.

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*gloomy*
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March 21, 2015 11:31am UTC

Drabble #47 – Eye Wrinkles
Let’s talk about the meaning of life (get all existential with each other). You can hold my hand and I can pretend to hate it. Let’s sit together on a Tuesday night and just mess around, tweak with the dials on our limits and test the waters of our tear ducts. Let’s get the steps out of the way and remember how to dance. With names like ours we don’t even have to ask. Just break and break again, rebuilding ourselves in the shadow of each other so we always resemble someone dear in the mirror.

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*gloomy*
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March 19, 2015 7:25pm UTC

Drabble #44 – Fall with certainty (soft as simplicity)
There are approximately 206 bones in the adult human body and I can feel every single one chattering beneath my skin when I’m around you. Our left lung is slightly smaller than our right in order to make room for the heart, and I think it’s just going to have to get used to the squeeze. I can feel you taking up all the space in there. Touch the soft webbings of my fingers, my skin longs for you there. I want to love the sweet truths right out of your lips, but I’ll take what I can get from you.

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