Epitome
I think the epitome of love isn’t
“I need you”
It’s
“I want you”
Like I could live well without you
But why would I choose to live without you?
Looking back >>> Looking forward
Sometimes when the night is too quiet I look at old photographs And wish they were new Starting a new blog to dump shitty photos & even shittier poetry Why? Maybe it’s cos I’m bored & have nothing better to do in my free time Maybe it’s because they’re just collecting dust in the forgotten crevices of iCloud notes & IG stories Maybe I think they could be relatable & entertain someone for a minute or two Or maybe it’s all of the above, who cares Poems & pics are not in chronological order, just dumped from notes & photos Also do ignore dates posted, they're manually set to allow for the sorting of posts (like bringing this one to the top)
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