poetry
it is april and my eyes are wide open daydreaming about the love we once had lashing out, careless, pained a hastily grasp of delusion sprinting forward towards ghosts ghosts of what we once were seamless streams, broken, forgotten april, pass it will through dark rainy clouds onto bright summer
writing
originally i was scared if you actually loved me. i was scared that you just loved me because i was there for you to cling on to at your lowest point. i was scared that as soon as you started getting back on your feet that you would realize that
Deens: can’t tell when Devin is joking Devin: Usually when I’m joking there’s some truth to that Deens: Ah, what?! You believe some of the things you said about me? Devin: convincing Deens that I actually don’t then saying “then I’ll say something like that
writing
I’m in a grocery store trying to talk to someone’s dad to get a lead for the murder i'm trying to solve. I talked to the dad for a brief moment then proceeded to the checkout with my dad. We get in his car (a convertible
letters
Feb 6, 2022 Dear Dev, Happy 26th birthday!! I've been trying to figure out what to say in your birthday letter but every time I write, it ends up being a love letter. And I keep writing and re-writing but it is always the same. So, this is
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"one of our greatest freedoms is how we react to things" "so much beauty we need to look after" "sometimes i feel lost," said the boy. "me too," said the mole, "but we love you, and love brings you home."
writing
april 19, 2025 I’m tired of just wishing things were different between us. I’m tired of missing you. I’m tired of all of that. I have been for some time. That’s why. That’s why I’m here now. Because I don’t want to just
about
i don't post a lot of my writings at all. the ones i do post are often old writings that sit in my drafts for 8 million years. sometimes i post stuff immediately, but damn is that rare. mainly letters
poetry
my hating people your loving them my survivorship ("strength") your hopeful living (strength) my distrust in humanity your kindness to the world before i knew it i became this way i was always this way was i faking it before? you're my admiration, darling my hope
books
* once you learn how to die, you learn how to live * "Because," Morrie continued, "most of us all walk around as if we're sleepwalking. We really don't experience the world fully, because we're half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have
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my love, here i was going to write a poem about my love for you because all of my poems, my writings, turn into that for some reason. like i don't know the reason.. i've known the reason for over two years now. longer. my heart
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I can't count how many times I've cried. The past 2 years have been some of the hardest times of my life. The worst part is I hurt the one person that I truly love.. I really fucked up. How could I have let myself hurt