You don’t know me,
but you might know these feelings.
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I wake before the world moves. My body is tense before my thoughts even start. I cannot stop thinking. Every mistake I’ve ever made screams in my head.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻about 12 hours ago in Poets
Sometimes being alone is the only way we can hear our own hearts, trying to tell us what we really want. And it breaks you
i don’t need you to wake to eat to laugh to move through my days i am whole even when my chest aches and my hands reach for something
i used to think endings were loud things.. doors slamming, voices raised, storms ripping roofs from houses but ours was quiet
By Miss. Anonymous🌻3 days ago in Poets
They said the cost of living went up like it was a polite elevator and not a trapdoor. Like it was numbers. Charts. Percentages.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻11 days ago in Poets
We may be dead. Or maybe not. No one knows. Maybe we drift between thought and shadow, folding into the world we left behind,
By Miss. Anonymous🌻14 days ago in Poets
Fingers find my hand Not tight, just lingering, still Pulse answers the pause
By Miss. Anonymous🌻17 days ago in Poets
How to Feel Fucking Okay A step-by-step guide to surviving when everything inside you is broken First, lie to yourself.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻24 days ago in Poets
“Why is it still here.” “I told you not to touch it.” “It’s in the closet.” “It was in the back.” “It’s still here.”
By Miss. Anonymous🌻about a month ago in Fiction
I walked into the doorway. My fingertips brushed the empty arches across my face. “What the fuck did you do to your face?”
By Miss. Anonymous🌻3 months ago in Humans
Red ember drifting, caught between breath and silence, beauty on its way.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻5 months ago in Poets
I didn’t plan to write about the loss. I just opened my notes app one night and typed: “I miss you.” That turned into a sentence. Then a paragraph. Then pages.
By Miss. Anonymous🌻7 months ago in Confessions
