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itsagirllikethat. The earth below my feet is coloured red. 
Everyone else around me feel

The earth below my feet is coloured red. Everyone else around me feels disgusted when this red colour starts appearing underneath my legs. Every morning, as I wake up and put my legs down from my dream less bed and touch the earth, the earth adapts itself accordingly and wears the colour of blood. It stays with me just like the scars that are living with the moon since centuries. Just as the scars are to the moon, the red earth beneath my flesh is my honour. The earth chose the colour red just for me, for it is aware that blood is what soothes my body because this body of mine lacks the blood that is provided by the creators of a child, this body lacked the courage that blood provides to the weak, this body was unaware of the holiness of the colour of blood, so the earth decided to turn red for me, it decided to be the blood running through my veins. While walking on this red earth, I look towards the sky, the sun of my sky is coloured black, everything else around me is bright white, ever since I opened my eyes, nothing was spared, even my breath was compared with the future protectors of my family "oh she breathes so fast, I bet she is incarnation of devil" This black sun whispers in my ear every morning, "You are my reflection, no matter what the world says, you are as dark as me, and there is nothing to be ashamed of, worship your own dark self just as the entire world worships me (though I never showed them my real colour!)" I smile at the sun and take the duppatta of my purity, purity that is necessary to cover my sin, my breasts. So I take the Duppatta of purity and drape it around my head which is of brown colour, the colour of dirt, the dirt that is associated with my birth, the dirt that signifies my entire life, the dirt that my parents rubbed off on my head just to pass on their shame on me, I take the Duppatta of purity, drape it around my head, and while wrapping it all around my sin, clutch it tightly between my fingers, hoping that if I hold it tightly enough, maybe the purity will decide to reside in me. ©️itsagirllikethat Picture via @pinterest

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hazingly. I’m king of the clouds

I’m king of the clouds

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Luscinia (Anadyomene) 4 pages

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indecorousher. Intimacy.
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Forgive me my dear for my head's favorite place is the gu

Intimacy. // Forgive me my dear for my head's favorite place is the gutter. I can’t help but want to sink my teeth into you every waking moment. Do you feel it? Do you feel me quiver? Oh, how my tongue swells and my lips plump. I thirst for a drink from your well. Come, my love, my throat is parched. You my sun and I your flower, I will follow you across the sky, And at night I will wait, impatiently, for your return. I beg for you to open up my petals and slowly pick them off one by one, Leave me bare. // . . . . . . . . . • #warmth #poem #beyondintimacy #lovepoem #poetryworld #poemsdaily #lovepoemsofinstagram #poemlove #poems #poemsociety #poetrycommunity #cuddles #emotionalintimacy #lovepoems #poemgasm #poetrylovers #poetry #poetrycorner #intimacy #poemcommunity #poetryofinsta

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byabigailkuhn. choose sunlight, not isolation💙
isolation is the easiest way to hurt

choose sunlight, not isolation💙 isolation is the easiest way to hurt ourselves more. my first reaction to bad situations is to turn off my emotions and isolate myself. i used to do it because i didn’t want anyone to worry about me or have my bad mood ruin their good mood. however, i’ve realized that isolation is the worst form of coping because you never receive the help that you need. if your friends are true friends, they would want to know your mental state and health. they wouldn’t push you away or judge you. isolation is not your friend! tags: #poemas #poems #poetrycommunity #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetryporn #poemgasm #poetsdaily #communityofpoets #igpoem #poet #poetryislife #quotes #positivequotes #positivity #positivethoughts #positivethinking #positivequote #quotestoliveby #quoteoftheday #quote #wordporn #wordsofwisdom #quotes #quotesdaily #quotestoremember #motivationalquotes #positivityquotes #motivational #wordswithqueens

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krystinamelvilleart. 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

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viahearts. बड़े दिनों बाद, फ़ोन  पर हम दोनों देर तक खामोश रहे..
लफ्ज़ सरे गायब थे, प

बड़े दिनों बाद, फ़ोन पर हम दोनों देर तक खामोश रहे.. लफ्ज़ सरे गायब थे, पर बातें हजारों हो गई! बड़े दिनों बाद, बाँहों में एक दुसरे की,हम मदहोश रहे… नशे का आलम ना था, पर होंश हम खो बेठे! बड़े दिनों बाद, आँखों में हम एक दुसरे की देखते रहे.. बात एक ना हुई, पर दिल के हाल बयां कर बेठे! बड़े दिनों बाद कहा एक दुसरे से हमने, कि जीना है साथ… पता ही ना चला, कब जान हम गवां बेठे! . . #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #communityofpoets #poeticjustice #poetryporn #poempm #poemsporn_ #poemgasm #igpoem #poemadeamor #hindipoetry #hindi #hindipoems #kavitha #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #instawriters #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #igwriters #igwritersclub @yourquote.hindi @yourquoteapp @poem_and_kahaniyan

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chloee.catrina. Uncuff me darling... Oh nevermind I'll do it myself🕯️

Uncuff me darling... Oh nevermind I'll do it myself🕯️

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katpurrincess. \"Ayokong malaman na hindi niya ako mahal. Natatakot din akong malaman

"Ayokong malaman na hindi niya ako mahal. Natatakot din akong malaman na mahal na nga rin niya ako, kasi alam kong hindi ako magiging karapat-dapat para sa kanya. Just thinking of him makes me wish I were better. I'm scared of falling in love and not knowing what to do, of falling in love with someone who might not love me, of falling in love with someone and not being enough for him. Nag-aalangan ako kasi alam kong ito lang ako." 🌷 (Her Love Perhaps by April Gonzaga) ~~💟 Well, love is also scary. The feeling when you love someone & that someone can love you back but insecurities gets in the way. The scariest thing is thinking you'll never be enough for that someone. #Bookstagram #HerLovePerhaps #AprilGonzaga #PHRBook

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katpurrincess. \"Yes, love doesn't offer any guarantee. You may end up happy or with a

"Yes, love doesn't offer any guarantee. You may end up happy or with a broken heart. But that's basically what it is all about. Love is not a give-and-take situation. It's always giving and giving. Dahil kapag pareho kayong nagbibigay, who actually needs the taking?" (A Book Of Love by April Gonzaga) #Bookstagram #PHRBook #AprilGonzaga #ABookOfLove

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