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internetgirl Dec 2021
poems are just an external manifestation of internal turmoil
internetgirl Nov 2021
sometimes you don't feel it happening until it's too late
and you wished you knew
so maybe you
could do something
but the truth is
it would still happen no matter what you did
so you're grateful you didn't notice
it would've just hurt more

-fading
internetgirl Oct 2021
it feels like everything is so much more than what i can understand, because i'm limited to the confinement of human emotions and the experiences i have experienced, all which come together to create a lens that i view the world through, and i can't change that lense. it's like mixing together paint. once you pour something in, you can't unseparate it. it's in there forever. and if you don't like the way the color turned out, you can only add more paint, to try and change the way it looks, but you can never go back. and you have to be careful with what you put in it, because if you mix all the colors in the universe together you get brown. and that's inevitable, because you have some dark colors and some light colors, and not everything mixes together well. and there's pain and there's loss and there's sadness, but there's also joy. so that's why when you mix all the colors together, you don't get black. because of course you're not going to get complete darkness, you're going to have some pink in there, some light orange or swirling turquoise. and you can't see them, because they're all mixed together. so when you look at the color brown, you might at first see an ugly color, a color no one wants. like when you're five years old and someone asks you what your favorite color is, you say something bright and colorful. because those are the most appealing, those are the most captivating when you first look at them. but they're also just primary colors. they're the basis of everything, but they lack depth and they aren't mixed together with anything else. they lack experience. years later, when they ask you what your favorite color is, your answer has changed. you can add different hues to the mix, "sage", "pale", "royal", "deep", "earthy", etc. because sometimes there's beauty in the colors that don't pop out right away, the colors you have to look for to notice. and so later, maybe you'll look at the color brown and realize how warm it is. how rich it is. and you'll realize how many colors had to come together to create it, and even though you can't see all of them, you'll appreciate them. because they're still there.
it is often the colors that go unnoticed that make all the difference.
internetgirl Oct 2021
"you know, i can feel the fear that you carry around, and i wish there was something i could do to help you let go of it. because if you could, i don't think you'd feel so alone anymore."
from the movie "Her". Watch it, it'll change your life.
internetgirl Oct 2021
my brain broke and now my thoughts aren't coherent i've been writing a letter addressed to the fire for so long but i just can't bear to burn it i think ambivalence is going to ruin me
internetgirl Oct 2021
Step out step out of the sun if you keep getting burned
But it’s hard when the sun is just so warm and beautiful
It tricks you
Makes it seem so inviting
So you wear black all summer like the sun doesn’t scorch
But it does
It does and eventually you’re squirming, writhing in its heat
And you’re tugging at your collar, beads of sweat breaking and all you want to do is cry
You wished you had worn something different
Cause the heat seeped into your bones till you could almost taste it
Till your skin turns red and you’re just so tired
All you want to do is sleep but there’s just no where to go so
You curl up on the sand and try not to move
Try not to be angry at the seagulls and the starfish, the tides that keep receding
Why do the tides keep receding
And you get mad at yourself for thinking about it too much cause
If you’re being honest there’s really no deeper meaning
It’s just the sun
Sometimes it's more than you think
internetgirl Aug 2021
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