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ecrisettaistoi · 1 month

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Never Mind No Bollocks.

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je n'ai que faire

des gens sans couilles

si ce n'est me questionner

à leur sujet :

comment font-ils

pour se reproduire

et rester si nombreux

malgré leurs attributs physiques

défectueux ?

Encore un des mystères de la vie

qui n'est pas près

d'être éclairci.

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poetic--elixir · 8 months

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Truth is like fire; to tell the truth means to glow and burn.

— Gustav Klimt

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the-soulwhispers · 9 months

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C.S. Lewis once wrote,

"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief"

And I think we all needed to hear that.

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kjscottwrites · 7 months

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And, importantly, share some recs!

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iambrillyant · 5 months

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“december, close the chapters that don’t speak to my spirit and open up the pages that remind me of who i am. give me the courage to release myself from what i’ve outgrown so i can fit into shoes suited for where my journey is going. balm me in patience and soak my bones in love.”

— iambrillyant

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welcometogrouchland · 4 months

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ANOTHER SKETCH DUMP! Featuring more of me playing with lineless art. Batman reborn era trio (dick, damian and steph) I miss you...when will you return from war. Also featuring Steph designs bc I've seen ppl dissatisfied w/ her current look, some good mom Talia, and Jason Todd poetry club. Duke is confused not that Jason would start a poetry club but that he'd have such mid poetry opinions. (ID in Alt)

#dc comics #batfamily #damian wayne #stephanie brown #dick grayson #talia al ghul #duke thomas #cassandra cain #mine #woo new art tag. please god let me keep this up all year #uhh anyway yeah! still a big backlog of sketches but i got burnt out which means i had time to collect some #i feel like my art looks. extremely different w/o lines compared to with? idk i worry that's it weird/off-putting #but hey at the end of the day I'm hardly worrying about my brand integrity on tumblr dot com #duke and cass being at poetry club is based on them canonically being into poetry and for a good while duke and jason got along well #Steph is there for both jason and cass' emotional support (unfortunately there's a design flaw. she can't do both simultaneously)#(which is fine bc cass is fleeing the scene at the idea of having to casually hang out with jason)#(they're the exact amount of similar and more importantly different that it's like putting two firecrackers together. bad)#i really like the steph mask designs... it'd be fun to do something with them but idk what y'know?#I'm just like. if we're assuming that her mask has to be different from both babs and cass then this is what I've got as alternatives #i mostly wanted to practice character interaction with the talia and damian one... and also i love them #looking at james gunns batman movie proposal. you keep your hands OFF HER MR GUNN #please if shes evil in a movie they're never gonna let her be good in the comics again 😭#dc when you inevitably cave and do your next big reboot let the ppl finally have the son of the demon origin (w/ tweaks of course)#idk it's canon in my heart. heartcanon if you will <3 #anyway yeah uhhhhhh enjoy?

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rapturepoetry · 1 month

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i'm never a priority

i'm never someone's reason for waking up

the giver, never the taker

never the taker, always the asker

i ask for time

i ask for patience

i ask for comfort

i'm never a priority

never the taker

never the reason

#new poets community #new poets corner #new poets on tumblr #new poets society #poetry #aesthetic #spilled writing #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #spilled poetry #spilled heart #spilled truth #personal #thoughts

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lanalove2012 · 8 months

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deadlypoetacademia · 8 days

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Born to be a character written by Jane Austen, with "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I love … I love … I love you." Forced to live up as a character written by dostovesky, miserable, touch starved and touch repulsed.

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misscrappy · 2 years

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That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….

Yeah, okay , cool

But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?

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ecrisettaistoi · 2 years

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A l'appel

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Ce n'est pas à tes lèvres que je suis suspendu

mais à celles moins sensuelles d'un inconnu

qui tient entre ses mains charnues le destin

du moins le rêve que nous avons en commun.

Il sait faire ce que nous ne savons pas

il œuvre dans l'ombre des sous-bois

pour qu'enfin apparaisse la clairière

où, nimbée d'une si douce lumière,

nous attend l'oasis, l'éden, le valhalla

pour reposer nos âmes et corps las

et repartir d'un nouveau et joyeux pas.

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poetic--elixir · 9 months

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...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

Vincent van Gogh

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the-soulwhispers · 1 year

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The hopeless romantic urge to look at the moon and stars, forever.

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iambrillyant · 1 month

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“april, magnify my awareness and shrink my fears, energize my purpose and starve any apprehensions. soften opinions i carry of myself so i’m not weighed down by perception, solidify my sense of self so it can’t be broken by anything that misunderstands me. lead me towards growth.”

— iambrillyant

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cryptonature · 5 months

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As we enter a new year, it’s worth remembering the many reasons why this is a special place to be alive.

Bats can hear shapes.

Plants can eat light.

Bees can dance maps.

We can hold all these ideas at once and feel both heavy and weightless with the absurd beauty of it all.

#nature #naturalist #poetry #nature poetry #mental health #hopepunk #poetscommunity #poems on tumblr #poetsandwriters #new year

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rapturepoetry · 1 month

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i look at my mother

her hair is graying she's always in pain

she shakes when lifting the milk her hand perpetually on the side of her back

she's holding herself together she's trying her best

mother i can't give you a grandchild i'm not like you, i'm not strong

you're staring out the window in a daze watching the grass move with the wind

are you remembering are you regretting

i recall the last time you held me in your arms your hair was a beautiful brown and you were so full of life

mother hold me again one last time

#poetry #aesthetic #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #spilled poetry #spilled writing #new poets corner #poem #new poets on tumblr #new poets community #new poets society

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