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sfsolstice · 9 hours
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s. f. solstice, "pink moon"
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journalsofanaesthete · 2 months
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I think the best thing that our generation has normalised is having "online friends" . The bond created with these people is not based on their looks or their status but on the basis of their likes, their personalities, their favourite fandoms and their interests. You might have never shook hands or hugged them but still you are more comfortable telling them about your stupid mistakes and stupid jokes. The best thing about these friends is you don't have to meet them regularly to keep your friendship alive. And it's also the worst part not getting to meet them regularly or even once a week or once a month. From meeting them in the comment section of a meme to listening to their rants to updating them about our lives, online friends become our forever friends. It's a different kind of friendship but it's the cutest no pressure of any sort just two people sharing bits and pieces of their lives with each other and supporting each other.
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alex-a-roman · 3 months
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Before the lights go out
Let's be lovers for a day, In case we won't make it through the night! At least we'll have a story to hold onto  For when the world ends, We know we're not meant to grow old So maybe let's tell each other words We’ve never heard before, Confess our crimes and taste the sky Before it all comes down, Before the earth is fire and ash, Before the lights go out.
~ A. A. Roman
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a-j-s-the-only · 1 month
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but when I let out the scream I’ve kept inside,
You don’t ask why
you just say “not so loud”
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ariasmontage · 4 days
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rainy day~
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louudthoughts · 2 months
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HOW MUCH DO I HAVE TO BLEED BEFORE YOU NOTICE IM NOT OKAY?
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pieceofpoems · 6 days
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I don't feel like writing about you, it's been long since I've felt anything for you.
—Sadiya Ajaz
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cvtastrophee · 1 month
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how does one always know the right things to say and what to do when it comes to me? i've never met such a person that could make me feel so safe in such a short period of time. for so long i've felt like i was too much, but he always tells me that i'm not and that i'm just enough.
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1667- UN DÍA ME IRÉ DE AQUÍ. Un día me iré de aquí, y entonces dejaré de abrazar a los que amo y también dejaré de pelearme con lo que no amo tanto. Un día ya no volveré a probar café, ni beber vino, ni comer mis comidas favoritas, dejaré de contemplar mis atardeceres y dejaré también de escribir mis reflexiones. Dejaré de cantar las canciones que amo, las que, aunque desafinada, canto con el alma. Un día será la última vez que vea esa película que tanto amo. Que lea esos libros que nutrieron profundamente mi alma; y dejaré de existir en este cuerpo. Simplemente todo un día habrá terminado y eso estará bien, pues el simple hecho de, en esta encarnación, haber saboreado la vida, haber despertado mi conciencia, habrá sido suficiente. Un día que desconozco, pero ya existe, este viaje habrá terminado y poco habrán importado mis creencias, mis miedos, mis errores, pero mucho habrán valido mis abrazos, mis caricias, mi amor. Esta vida me ha dado más de lo que pude haber imaginado y eso es más que suficiente para vivir agradecida lo que me resta de vida. Esta vida me ha dado lo más preciado, la oportunidad de amar y saberme amada. Gracias vida, por mi vida y por la vida en esta tierra.
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sfsolstice · 3 days
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S. F. Solstice, "Woven"
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journalsofanaesthete · 10 months
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" I want to talk about everything with atleast one person as I talk about things with myself. "
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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theotherklm · 1 month
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Discernment
Down the hole I crawl, Echoes of “Drink Me” and “Eat Me” call To a domain where tastemakers reign, Truth a hostage in the hawkers’ game. Screens glow with Wonderland’s guise, Truths and lies meet earnest eyes. “Shrink waist,” “Build jawline,” they boldly claim, A mad tea party of deceit and shame. Through Cheshire’s broad, grim…
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a-j-s-the-only · 2 months
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You are the face I will recognize in heaven.
whenever that might be.
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27paperlilies · 17 days
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Hello, i love reading your stuff and was wondering...
Could you write a poem about feeling safe finally, after running from danger?
Chased into safety
A rabbit runs and skirts along the treeline, it's quick, it's nimble and doesn't waste time.
A rabbit sits with ears twitching and heart racing, and suddenly there begins the dreaded chasing.
Danger followed ,nipping at their heels but life was forward through dense and muddy fields.
the chase was long and the odds where slim, rabbit was sure they'd almost lost a limb.
But the Field was now above and so where the dangers, there would be no more encounters with bloodthirsty strangers.
The safety was their home, a warm and cozy hole, dug up in a frenzy ,but now holds every memory, of quiet disbelief, they live another day and so they sink down in absolute relief.
the rabbit was tired, but not the awful kind, they where the kind of tired you're always bound to find, when danger is behind.
There are no fears from long ago, instead they dream of flower fields empty of any foe. -27paperlilies
🌼🌸🌼🌸🌼🌸🌼🌸🌼🌸🌼🌸🌼🌸
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saintkeaton · 5 months
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like-this-post-if-you · 2 months
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Like this post if you enjoy cafes
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