𝑅-𝑒-𝒾-𝒸-𝒽-𝑒-𝓁

There is a kind of care that wakes with the morning. Not loud, not urgent, just present, like light finding its way through a window. It learns your rhythm and moves with it, never asking you to slow down, never asking you to stay. It understands that love sometimes looks like patience, sometimes like space, sometimes like trust stretched gently between two moments. This care believes in wings. In the quiet courage of becoming. In letting someone lift off without fearing the distance. It leaves warmth behind, like sunlight on skin, like a thought that lingers long after the day begins. And even as the world moves forward, this devotion remains, steady as morning, soft as flight, choosing you without needing to be seen.

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Feb 18

Feb 18, 2026 at 10:17 AM UTC

𝑅-𝑒-𝒾-𝒸-𝒽-𝑒-𝓁

Still, I choose you

There is a kind of care that wakes with the morning. Not loud, not urgent, just present, like light finding its way through a window. It learns your rhythm and moves with it, never asking you to slow down, never asking you to stay. It understands that love sometimes looks like patience, sometimes like space, sometimes like trust stretched gently between two moments. This care believes in wings. In the quiet courage of becoming. In letting someone lift off without fearing the distance. It leaves warmth behind, like sunlight on skin, like a thought that lingers long after the day begins. And even as the world moves forward, this devotion remains, steady as morning, soft as flight, choosing you without needing to be seen.

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Dotted -Olivia Williams- (February 6th-2026) Dotted. Stopped, Halted, Completely. Still. Stuck On a dot, Perched on the edge. Interrupted A thought. Pulled brakes on thinking. —on my mind. Lost in an abandoned galaxy, Once filled with words. Drifting in empty space Where words would hide. Being ****** in While words lose gravity Where is out? Why did words learn, Why did words leave? Why did I lose— What glitters naturally Like a stranded star in the sky. A little dot Losing its glitter— stuck too high.

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𝑅-𝑒-𝒾-𝒸-𝒽-𝑒-𝓁

Feb 18

Feb 18, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC

OliviaWilliams

Dotted

Dotted -Olivia Williams- (February 6th-2026) Dotted. Stopped, Halted, Completely. Still. Stuck On a dot, Perched on the edge. Interrupted A thought. Pulled brakes on thinking. —on my mind. Lost in an abandoned galaxy, Once filled with words. Drifting in empty space Where words would hide. Being ****** in While words lose gravity Where is out? Why did words learn, Why did words leave? Why did I lose— What glitters naturally Like a stranded star in the sky. A little dot Losing its glitter— stuck too high.

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Stiff yet bent, my spine, my legs As I attempt to decompress; I feel the rain in my bones though it no longer yells from the rooftop. I am too hungry for food to keep interest in the pages, too hungry for knowledge to leave, too hungry for warmth to step outside. I should be shelfbound, massaging the spines as my own hunches over, letting the words tickle my tongue in ways only stories do. There is far too much to consume, to digest, than a human lifespan can adhere to. Teething, Pleasure in having something to chew on capsized by the pain of learning such a sad truth. Combing through the pages with a sense of loss for those untouched, a sense of grief for my own stories which remain unwritten. There is simply too much life and not enough time to live it.

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𝑅-𝑒-𝒾-𝒸-𝒽-𝑒-𝓁

Jan 28

Jan 28, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC

ivorysmiles

Thoughts at a desk in the public library

Stiff yet bent, my spine, my legs As I attempt to decompress; I feel the rain in my bones though it no longer yells from the rooftop. I am too hungry for food to keep interest in the pages, too hungry for knowledge to leave, too hungry for warmth to step outside. I should be shelfbound, massaging the spines as my own hunches over, letting the words tickle my tongue in ways only stories do. There is far too much to consume, to digest, than a human lifespan can adhere to. Teething, Pleasure in having something to chew on capsized by the pain of learning such a sad truth. Combing through the pages with a sense of loss for those untouched, a sense of grief for my own stories which remain unwritten. There is simply too much life and not enough time to live it.

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I keep waking up in your arms, Even though you’re not here. The dream won’t stop replaying— Your lips, your lies, The way you said “forever” like it meant something. I try to scream myself awake But it just loops again— Your touch, my tears, your silence. I’m trapped in a version of us That never existed. Maybe I don’t want to wake up. Maybe pain feels safer than the emptiness Of knowing you’re gone.

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Oct 24, 2025

Oct 24, 2025 at 12:28 PM UTC

𝑅-𝑒-𝒾-𝒸-𝒽-𝑒-𝓁

The Dream That Never Ends

I keep waking up in your arms, Even though you’re not here. The dream won’t stop replaying— Your lips, your lies, The way you said “forever” like it meant something. I try to scream myself awake But it just loops again— Your touch, my tears, your silence. I’m trapped in a version of us That never existed. Maybe I don’t want to wake up. Maybe pain feels safer than the emptiness Of knowing you’re gone.

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I burned for you until I collapsed. Every flicker of light I gave was a prayer, Hoping you’d look up and see me— Even once. Now I’m nothing but fading dust, A whisper in the endless dark. But I still remember your eyes, How they mirrored my glow. If dying means losing you, Then I’ll explode again and again, Until there’s nothing left But the memory of your name in my light.

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Oct 24, 2025

Oct 24, 2025 at 12:27 PM UTC

𝑅-𝑒-𝒾-𝒸-𝒽-𝑒-𝓁

The Stars Last Thought

I burned for you until I collapsed. Every flicker of light I gave was a prayer, Hoping you’d look up and see me— Even once. Now I’m nothing but fading dust, A whisper in the endless dark. But I still remember your eyes, How they mirrored my glow. If dying means losing you, Then I’ll explode again and again, Until there’s nothing left But the memory of your name in my light.

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You follow me even when I try to run, Whispering truths I don’t want to hear. You know the way my heart breaks in silence, How I crave love like a wound craves salt. You cling to my feet when I dance in light, Jealous, maybe, or loyal— I can never tell. Sometimes I think you’re the only one who knows me, The only one who won’t leave when I fall apart. But you never speak until it’s dark— And when you do, You sound like me.

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Oct 24, 2025

Oct 24, 2025 at 12:25 PM UTC

𝑅-𝑒-𝒾-𝒸-𝒽-𝑒-𝓁

Letter From My Shadow

You follow me even when I try to run, Whispering truths I don’t want to hear. You know the way my heart breaks in silence, How I crave love like a wound craves salt. You cling to my feet when I dance in light, Jealous, maybe, or loyal— I can never tell. Sometimes I think you’re the only one who knows me, The only one who won’t leave when I fall apart. But you never speak until it’s dark— And when you do, You sound like me.

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Your lips taste like honey, soft and slow, like the kind of sweetness that lingers long after it’s gone. But sometimes— they taste like poison. Sharp. Addictive. Something I know will break me and I still lean in anyway. It tortures me, the way you touch me, the way you look at me like you mean forever then pull away like you never did. I swear, you tear my soul open and call it love. And I let you, because when it’s good, it’s heaven. When it’s not— I still crave you. Your lips taste like honey, sometimes like poison. And somehow, I can’t tell the difference anymore.

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Oct 23, 2025

Oct 23, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC

𝑅-𝑒-𝒾-𝒸-𝒽-𝑒-𝓁

Your lips tate like honey

Your lips taste like honey, soft and slow, like the kind of sweetness that lingers long after it’s gone. But sometimes— they taste like poison. Sharp. Addictive. Something I know will break me and I still lean in anyway. It tortures me, the way you touch me, the way you look at me like you mean forever then pull away like you never did. I swear, you tear my soul open and call it love. And I let you, because when it’s good, it’s heaven. When it’s not— I still crave you. Your lips taste like honey, sometimes like poison. And somehow, I can’t tell the difference anymore.

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Sometimes I wish I could tell you how I feel about you But everything I try I deny everything I feel Is like an never ending loop over and over again I wish the word would come out but they deny to come out I feel trap with this feelings and can't find and exit I wish you knew but Idk how would you react You're perfect, I cannot deny how good looking you are Your smile makes my heart skipped a beat, and I always long for your voice And your gentle touch, idk what it feels like I wish I knew how you feel about me Is killing me inside out I always look forward to seeing you I want you I wish you were mine

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Jun 11, 2025

Jun 11, 2025 at 7:44 PM UTC

𝑅-𝑒-𝒾-𝒸-𝒽-𝑒-𝓁

This feeling

Sometimes I wish I could tell you how I feel about you But everything I try I deny everything I feel Is like an never ending loop over and over again I wish the word would come out but they deny to come out I feel trap with this feelings and can't find and exit I wish you knew but Idk how would you react You're perfect, I cannot deny how good looking you are Your smile makes my heart skipped a beat, and I always long for your voice And your gentle touch, idk what it feels like I wish I knew how you feel about me Is killing me inside out I always look forward to seeing you I want you I wish you were mine

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I deserve a better goodbye, you dummy, not the half-hearted wave nor the silence that followed— a gap wider than the one between us. You packed your bags, eyes averted, as if the weight of words was too heavy for your tongue, a gravel road lacking a final sign. I stood, a ghost at the edge, watching memories dissolve like mist, searching for a hint of regret in the shadows of your retreat. Did you know that goodbyes could be more than whispered echoes? A dance, a chance to linger, one last joke, a shared smile. Instead, I received a quiet room, walls echoing with what-ifs, and a heart that felt stitched together, yet fraying at the seams. I deserved a flourish, a moment to savor the taste of what we had, not this bitter afterthought. So, if you ever find your way back, remember the laughter, the warmth we once spun together, and give me the goodbye we both deserve.

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May 20, 2025

May 20, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC

𝑅-𝑒-𝒾-𝒸-𝒽-𝑒-𝓁

Give a better goodbye you dummy

I deserve a better goodbye, you dummy, not the half-hearted wave nor the silence that followed— a gap wider than the one between us. You packed your bags, eyes averted, as if the weight of words was too heavy for your tongue, a gravel road lacking a final sign. I stood, a ghost at the edge, watching memories dissolve like mist, searching for a hint of regret in the shadows of your retreat. Did you know that goodbyes could be more than whispered echoes? A dance, a chance to linger, one last joke, a shared smile. Instead, I received a quiet room, walls echoing with what-ifs, and a heart that felt stitched together, yet fraying at the seams. I deserved a flourish, a moment to savor the taste of what we had, not this bitter afterthought. So, if you ever find your way back, remember the laughter, the warmth we once spun together, and give me the goodbye we both deserve.

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