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6cunning6linguist6 · 9 hours

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Helen Mirren

#retro...giggity #helen mirren #glorious cleavage #starshine #drop dead gorgeous #poetry in motion

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trinalwilliams · 2 days

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I write for

Me

Myself

and I

I share it

With you

So you know

You’re not alone.

Tlw

#Sharing #caring #poetry #love #thoughts #wisdom #poem #words #within #spilled ink #inspirit #rap #Angels #Devils #Life #Spirit #Awareness #poetry in motion

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nijaded · 1 year

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Poetry in Motion — the phenomenal Florence Welch

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et-in-arkadia · 8 months

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#poetry in motion keeps coming for us personally #poetry #poetry in motion #catherine barnett #like okay!!!#play any film backward and it’s an elegy

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prettylittleproblem · 1 month

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#tiktok #side saddle #poetry in motion #horseback riding #mi gente #mexico #escaramuza #escaramuza charra #charreria

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toby-du-coeur · 7 months

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Newt's Letter, clarified 😉

thomas

my first / my last / myself

every night / you / like a prayer / like the sun

the taste of your name

i love u

my future is you / tommy

you'll always have me

love, newt

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jadewing-realms · 9 months

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So there i was: playing bg3 last night, streaming for my sibling who's just starting to play their own run. Thought I'd show off some higher level shenanigans with my party of Naven/Tav, Astarion, Shadowheart, and Lae'zel.

Spot 3 goblins having a private drinking party and go okay, ill just have Naven as the warlock with ranged spells and Astarion with sneak attack creep close and pick them off real quick. Tell my sibling to watch cause sniping baddies is fun.

Wrong.

Suddenly, my high dex characters decide they can't hide for shit. Combat begins, and takes like 12 rounds because ig i severely underestimated these 3 goblins. 5 rounds in, both Naven and Astarion are down, next round Naven is dead.

Shadowheart and Lae'zel swoop in like the queens they are and save the boys' stupid asses, roasty toasty goblins, and combat ends with Astarion down for a 2nd time and not a single successful hide despite the camp being cluttered with cover.

After one scroll of revivify, the party is back on the road and I'm cackling imagining these men trying to brush that unequivocal failure of a stealth attack off like nothing happened. Naven takes the lead again.

And I proceed to accidentally walk through a tunnel full of landmines (with the conveniently delayed passive perception warnings from the boys coming only after everyone has taken damage), Naven goes down again, and then we attempt to escape over a tree bridge, off of which both men plummet immediately.

I love these goons. I love this game.

#at this point i headcanon shadowheart as the honorary big sister of the group #she is constantly exasperated #astarion is already an instigator #but now they enable each other #and then they need to be rescued #from the consequences of their own poor foresight #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #naven x astarion #tav x astarion #drow warlock #astarion #shadowheart #lae'zel #party shenanigans #poetry in motion

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getcareless · 2 months

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Triolet Poem #12

Passed those distant shimmering hills. There in waiting, lay a dark surprise. Passed the light that fatally chills. Passed those distant shimmering hills. The fairy tale that always kills, lives inside your beautiful eyes. Passed those distant shimmering hills, There in waiting lay a dark surprise.

"Shimmering Hills", JEP

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jamerasjournal · 8 months

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Here we are, bound by a string that goes out of my heart and into yours, made of two souls twisted into one. I so often forget that you’ve been on this earthly side 10 years longer than I have. You, quiet and stoic, and me stumbling behind you, grasping for your coat tails asking questions that you always seem to have an answer for. When we first met I used to think that eventually you’d get tired of me. But if patience is a virtue, you truly are the most virtuous of us all. You’re still here.

You have one of the most beautiful hearts I’ve ever been blessed to hold. I didn’t know a chilly November night would bring me someone that would stick by my side the way you have. Everyone who knows us can feel how deeply we love each other. So deep, that many people aren’t even able to comprehend it. But we do. I moved 1000 miles away from home and the first gift Utah gave me was you. How you showed up exactly as I needed you to. It doesn’t make sense how we get on each others last nerve, but can’t stand being apart. How if we haven’t seen each other in 72 hours it feels like a puzzle piece is missing. Who else can I talk to through the sky? How intricately connected do you have to be to be able to feel each others vibrational frequencies. The way we can say, “I need you.” without a single word dropping from our lips. And yet, we always answer the call.

You’ve taught me that I don’t always have to speak, sometimes all I need to do is show up. In every season, in every storm. I’ve watched you transition from she to they. Watched the hair grow on your legs, I’ve watched your eyes light up when I tell you that you look handsome. You’ve taught me that you don’t need the same parents to be a sister, or certain body parts. That some things don’t make sense, they just are. You just are. Here for the vibes, even when you’re unwell. I know sometimes you fake it, cuz you’d do anything to keep my smile big and my eyes bright. You’d give me the world if I asked you for it. I know that’s too much, but if you smile for me one more time, I promise to pour the sweetness of life through the gaps in your teeth. You’re still here.

A psychic once told me that this is our 4th lifetime together. Thank you for finding me. It all makes sense now. I hope in the 5th one you’re not as sad. And if it so happens that the stars align and they spell out sorrow. Then I will beg and beg to take your place. That’s how much I love you. I am my sister’s keeper. And you’re still here.

You are a fighter. On the days when your spirit is bright. You are a fighter. On the days when you are stapled to the mattress with thoughts stuck in the back of your throat. You are a fighter. And you’re still here. My sister, my fiercest protector, I know there’s not too many people who love me the way you do. I am always reminded that best friends are so hard to find, because the very best friend is already mine. And you are still here.

-jamera naquai, You’re Still Here