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wedarkacademia · 1 year

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― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

[text id : “To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge]

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discoidal · 8 months

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almost nothing !!

#zoe's notebook #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #poetsandwriters #poetscommunity #poets corner #car seat headrest ref in the last paragraph is on purpose #also i took the first lines of one of my old poems and repurposed it<33 hope i succeeded in breathing new life in the bastard

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belovedapollo · 7 days

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from the archives, some old memories ✉️

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almadoria · 1 month

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vib-r1bbon · 5 months

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i wish you good luck ♪

#Pop'n music #Pop'n music poet #Poet #art #traditional art #lammy's art #waaaahhghh i love her sm this art was SO fun to make #It's been a while since i've drawn traditionally and jusr #WAAAHHGHH it's SO FUNNN!!! AAAAAHHGHH #I used notebook paper and glued it onto sketchbook paper with a funny gluestick it was so epic #Definitely doing this kind of art for the rest of the sketchbook

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zzzzzestforlife · 4 months

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*slams journal down on table dramatically*

WE ARE GETTING OUR SHIT TOGETHER NO MATTER HOW MANY PAGES IT TAKES!!! 📘🖊️✍️

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angelinasnotebooks · 5 months

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Hate that my form of hyperfixation is consuming and not creating.

I think I've been falling in love with ideas my whole life. I see colors and concepts and characters, and I want every part of the illusion to play around my body and immerse my mind and soul. I thought growing up I would be an artist. When that mentally shattered, I moved on to thinking I would become an author. Now, however, I don't know what or who I'll be. All I know is that my brain never stops coming up with ideas.

Yet, with all these ideas comes the possibility of creation. It's what I want, isn't it? I want to create these pictures and stories and share them with the world. So, why am I motionless in my pursuit to bring my mind to life? I have a library in my head. There's a girl in there. Her favorite color is blue. She doesn't know if life is worth living. I have an art museum there too. There's a portrait of a dying renegade, and a demon alter ego desiring joy. Then there's the realm of fandoms. The endless multiverse of continuations and alternatives.

There's a lot going on inside my brain and imagination. Chemicals I do not understand and signals I cannot control. An abundance of beauty only an individual can conjure with their subjectivity. With no outlet for these thoughts and images, I find it all to be too much at times. Wings heavy on my back and flightless under the pressure. The ability to soar is there, but the weight within is burdensome.

Every day I come up with something new. Some ideas are fresh while others are another line on the loom, but that is all they are. Thoughts. Ideas. Invisible whisps, webs, and wishes. It's as if the only part of my frontal lobe that works is that of imagination and complex thinking. I attempt short stories, painting, studying, chores, school projects, craft projects and I never get them done. Planning, time management, logical reasoning, and decision-making have all taken a backseat. I can't get any of them done, so I turn to what has already been done.

I rewatch a favorite show. I read another fanfic. I click on a YouTube video and another. I scroll Tumblr. I read character analysis. I try on the clothes in my closet. I add shit to my wish list. I post photos from two months ago on my Instagram. I relate to autistic ADHD tiktokers. I pretend Pinterest will help me get my life together. I think about the MCU. I watch another comfort, crime, haunted, mythical series. I visit my AO3 bookmarks. I doom scroll whatever app I can get my eyes on. I turn thirteen again and either spiral into a depressive state or become infatuated with the Hunger Games--again.

The point is, I can't force my brain to work on the original ideas. Sitting at a desk with supplies doesn't get my hands moving. I fall numb waiting for my body and mind to comply with my intentions. So, I end up here again. Hitting a heart button to let other people know that their commentary and hard work have reached me, and I liked it.

I don’t want all my ideas and universes to end where they are. I don’t want to minimize or invalidate my existence, or the experiences of others like me, by remaining artistically stagnant. I want my mind to be a visual tangible galaxy free to be roamed and explored. I want to have my heart in my hands, and I want to give it to every single person that I can. I want these thoughts, these precious ideas out of my head and into yours, dear reader. I don't want to consume; I want to create. If I'm going to go down the rabbit hole, I want to be the rabbit. The entrance maker. Not the lost girl I am right now.

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hiyutekivigil · 7 months

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#hiyutekivigil #susan sontag #as consciousness is harnessed to flesh #journal #notebook #notes #mountain #mountain photography #nature photography #photography #quotes #words #literature #academia #academia aesthetic #dead poets society #dead poets society aesthetic

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bproccoli · 1 year

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just a little neil sketch

#if you think it looks like i drew it on the back of a notebook bc i was procrastinating then you'd be correct #don't be like me #procrastination is bad -richard cameron (probably)#dead poets society #dps #dps fandom #neil perry #my fanart

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tundraared · 9 months

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i really like when i get marks on my body that tell a story of who i am.

the marker on my fingers shows that i’ve been letting myself experiment with my art more.

the bumps on the side of my middle and pinky fingers tell you stories about the stories i spend my time writing.

my beauty marks that my mom always told me were signifiers of those that fit their title.

my dark eye bags that prompt you to tell me what they cannot: that i should rest more.

the red shape on my nose bridge left by my glasses.

I am so excited to see the etchings of a life lived become even more ingrained in my vessel for experience.

when I develop smile lines, grey hairs, and a taste for caramel, I will know of my growth.

when my body becomes a naturally-occurring collage of days upon days, I will know of my dedication.

with stories of my own to tell, I will feel okay. I will feel glad.

#journal #writing #writeblr #poetry #poetsandwriters #on aging #journal writing #writers on tumblr #journaling #poem #my poems #muji stationary #notebook #notebooks #writers and poets #commonplace journal #commonplace book #amateur writer #amateur poetry

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discoidal · 29 days

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i love nothing more than poems about water that dont make sense to anyone but me

#jk i hope it makes sense to u. or that it is at least beautiful #i hope if u read this u imagine the chorus to twin size mattress by the front bottoms playing under it #spilled ink #zoe's notebook #poetscommunity #poets on tumblr #poets corner #writers and poets

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belovedapollo · 22 days

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an ode the moon, the sun and blinded eyes 👁️

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embeccy · 3 months

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"Are you in love with me in solitude, with possessiveness?"

- Albert Camus

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joytri · 19 days

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Hey guys! Just came on here to announce that I have designed a few notebooks that you can view here. I just wanted to clarify that there is worldwide shipping available, and you can choose your preferred currency by scrolling down and adjusting your preferences or during checkout. Let me know if you have any questions, I'm super excited for you guys to fill these notebooks up with little poems and illustrations :)

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trickstersaint · 3 months

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a voice in your head says maybe you should pray the rosary // january 20 2024

#feeling really normal about catholicism lately. in case you were wondering #wearing a saint sebastian necklace everyday now being extremely regular 👍#anyway this is a draft i wanted to post something though 😭#man who can't keep stuff in his poetry notebook. the people in my phone need to see this #poems about religion #bracken talking about communion wine and religion as a kind of addiction again what's new #poetry #poem #poems #poets on tumblr #poems and poetry #poetsandwriters #original poetry #original poem

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