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HE RULED HELL ITSELF HE NEVER ONCE RULED HIS OWN HEART SOME PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE CAREFULLY. SOME FALL IN LOVE LIKE IT'S THE ONLY RECKLESS THING THEY HAVE LEFT IN THEM. THIS IS A STORY ABOUT A MAN WHO WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO WANT ANYTHING FOR HIMSELF, AND A WOMAN WHO TAUGHT HIM HOW ANYWAY

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I love you, I love you. Forgive me for being immature. But I still blame your love. Sometimes I imagine you as strong as a tiger, but as fragile as a butterfly. But still, I blame your love. I can't help you, much less deal with it. You turn into a tiger showing your claws and fangs when I try to love you. I see you every night, you look like a wild tiger living in a green field. Forgive me for blaming your love. It's difficult and I can't handle it. You are voracious like a tiger. I blame your

Blue is the color of the sunny sky. Long life, Mother Earth, long life to the animals. Green and brown are like periods of drought and rebirth propagated by the rain. The forest is not sweet like grains of sugar scattered on the ground. Fierce is the hunter who inhabits these lands, lurking in a tree, using it as a springboard to jump into the water. He doesn't just want to live, he wants his sustenance, his daily prey. A jaguar ambushes you, preying on an alligator bigger than itself. Wildlife

The Cathedral Built from Ashes

I wanted to have everything I longed for. I think I even felt God through these dreams. I'd like to ask Him: hey, hey, can you hear me? Can I still have everything I long for, even the one I love? Sometimes the afternoons are hot. It would be ironic to say that my life is as fragile as rosemary and as fragrant as vanilla. I think I am nothing without the person I love. We were young, in medical school. Hey, hey? Can you still hear me? We can go back to studying anatomy together and s

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I was just sitting by my window writing poems when I saw your eyes. Brown like chocolate. Maybe you made me blush, maybe a little. I've never seen a girl like you. Wavy brown hair. I'd take a minute out of my night to talk to you. But the phone rings, and I don't know what to say. Maybe I'll see you again in the summer. Brown like chocolate. You took my breath away for a minute, a little stunned and blind. The phone rings again, but no one's on the other end of the line. My room is a mess. I'd

He wore velvet, blue like the Pacific Ocean. Dark blue like the Mediterranean Sea. I watched him from afar. My heart burned for him, but when he left, the ocean entered a deep storm. He wore velvet, blue like the Pacific Ocean. I could still tell: there are tears streaming down his face. Blue velvet, like the Pacific Ocean, and an overwhelming emotional instability. I could still tell: there are tears streaming down that velvet. Blue velvet. Judson Kaique 27-07-2026

The music is playing on its own, echoes like Queen's "Love Of My Life." Love is never enough. I lie alone in the twilight of the night. From July to December, will you still want me? Our relationship seems dead, I tried to be strong while enduring this. Will you still be mine? We're in a lonely club, would you still be mine? I felt you were too kind and manipulative. Take advantage of me, so I return to the shadows. "Love will never last forever, it's fleeting like climate change" - you

𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 𝙏𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 3 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂 🌸

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I wore green for our date, I received the sad news that you wouldn't be coming. It's always been like this, from the very first moment. One life begins, and another is interrupted. I'm crying now in the city park, forest green, blonde hair. They told me the night would be peaceful, that's what they promised. On our second date, I wore violet, and I knew you wouldn't be coming. "No time for me, no time" for changes – that's what you used to say. I'm crying now in the city park, fores

Boys, don't forget your ties. It's still 1960. We can go out and ride horses. This is the beginning of a new era and the end of a decade marked by war. While the world recovers, we'll ride horses. Gentlemen, don't forget your lassos. We can lasso aimlessly. This is the beginning of a new era and the end of a decade marked by war. While the world recovers from the war, we'll ride horses. We can do this again many times. It's the beginning of a new era. Let's celebrate with whiskey. Oh God, w

Blind Under the Dawn. Blind by the night lights. I am alone in this vast city, searching for my "self." I can hear distant beats, but the city is abandoned; there is no one to judge my tormented soul at this moment. I wander through the nights, avoiding the sun. The city is still cold and uninhabited; I lose myself in the dawn lights, feeling blind and empty. Always searching for my dark version. Here there are no judges, only sinners. I feel like a wild beast, where I can dance, drink, and hav

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲......

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Have you wondered what if you just get the next thing you desire? Have you thought what would be the consequences of longing for too much?

My ordinary life

"every morning i feel the pain of being alive seep into my body, no one understands it but i no longer recognize myself, i am a ghost and the voices in my head do nothing but ask me to end their agony, i have never been able to be happy and now i know i never will be because i am rotten from within, my father is my creator and at the same time he is the monster who passed down each of his mistakes to me, it is difficult to wake up every day knowing that i am a being destined to fade away".

"Art is the life only foolish miss, so don't be one."

I had a daunting realization that hits me when I was in the middle of something. And why understanding metacognitive could easily break the perspective of your own. (this post is me just dumping my random thought here... because why not)

When a complex question arrives in any subject, we feel so happy—genuinely happy—that finally we solved it. If nobody is there, we call someone to share it with so that it multiplies the happiness of our achievement. This is absolutely understandable and acceptable. In schools/colleges, this type of person is known as a bright student. In life,known as a wise person or a life coach. But what about the person who made this complex problem for us to solve? What do we call that p

For a long time I thought it was about him. It took me a while to ask a different question. Not whether I wanted him. Whether I'd want him even without the thing that made him unreachable.

Some thoughts linger long after the noise fades. The ones that matter most often refuse to fit into words, leaving silence to carry what language never could. A reflection on that quiet space between feeling and expression.

The final realization is that everything is one. I will try to give a simpler, easier, and more logical answer: Without an experiencer, can experience exist? And without experience, can an experiencer exist? They are like two different sides of one existence; combined, both form existence as a whole. So, you are already in oneness from birth to death because experience and the experiencer are always there. One more thing: it is also sometimes called zero or nothingness. The reason behind this i

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