I know that we here on tumblr have had our posts stolen and rewritten by many a twitter user, and that they speak of of tumblr as a hellsite (derogatory) when it is really a hellsite (affectionate)
But now that Elon owns twitter, we must welcome new and returning users with open arms.
Every twitter user converted is one step closer to Elon Musk pulling a yahoo and loosing 99% of Twitters value.
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With a cameo by Storm Louis at the end.
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Vision
A new leaf unfurls, shimmering
Pristine and lime green,
Steadfast, and doubtless in the
Mathematical perfection of nature's
Origami.
Pretty little thing.
All too easily overlooked
In the short lived process
Of its existence, as such.
Soon, this leaf, too, will turn
Dark and dull,
Yet sturdy and fully functional;
Anonymous among its kin, so, swallowed
By the entirety that is survival.
Yet now, still,
It is a vision of purity.
I dwell on this — my incessant
Yearning purity; grounds keeper home
In the graveyard
Of my soul,
Where candlelight burns
In the darkest nights
So that the eulogies, collected,
May remain legible.
The tomes in here contain
Dust-ridden truths, I rarely revisit,
But when the wind decides
To leaf through their pages
I cannot help but glance a bit:
Hope —
Hope is a symbiont of the dead,
It grows even on ossified bones
And as such it needs not my attention
To remain.
I ponder this.
Were I more reckless, I would add:
"What more, virulent
And constricting hope becomes
When given too much time under sun;
How its roots then thirst and beg;
How its tendrils latch at throats and
Seek to squeeze out
Just one tear
To nurture the only fruits it may bear;
Despair
And dejection."
Please do not mistake the winter hardiness
Of my resignation
For the rot of cynicism.
Hope, symbiont of the dead,
Merely stems from the past;
It is the residual waste
Of a moment, captured and recognized
As a timeless truth
For the length of its
Experience.
However, such truths rarely live on for long
In us, mortal beings.
They are malformed
By our defining, and analyzing
When we cease to live within them, and start
Remembering.
Timeless truths are better left buried.
This is why I do not pick up the pen
To ruin the tome with my temporary
Imaginations.
One does not disturb the soil where
Once stood a rose
To once more see
Its petals.
One can only respectfully maintain the earth
Wherein it lays buried.
A leaf unfurls,
Pristine and lime green;
I dare not touch it due to its fragility.
What a pretty little thing.
This is what love
Means to
Me.
---
14-2-2023, M.A. Tempels ©
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When they were young these two kissed in the most atrocious way possible after drinking one single drop of alcohol
Mostly because of their head shapes being so different and funny besides Kai would probably just munch, lick, and fall over him and everyone else would think that they were fighting or smth idk
Ugh I love them
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These books came out too long ago to have a substantial Tumblr fandom. So, since someone has to chronicle the ship-bait, it may as well be me! Part 2.
Picker / Blend (and this one is even canon)
annoying coworkers to lovers... lovers to lesbian bar owners...
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