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heartofmuse · 1 year
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Love me even if life tries to steal me away from you. Love me in this silence and in the distance that are none of our doing but which we suffer all the same. Love me for my heart only beats your name. Love me without ever harboring doubt in your heart. I am yours from the marrow up and my one true desire is to be in your arms. Love me while you wait. Love me without words and with every breath. Love me till we can be together again. 
e.v.e. (Letters to my love)
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prasannawrites · 6 months
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before i sleep.
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writeblrcafe · 2 months
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Sixth prompt menu (March)
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We are excited to present you our sixth prompt menu this March! This is our sweetest menu yet, consisting of five sugary companions for your drinks at writeblrcafé and sweetening our baked goods. So choose your sweet flavour and order a candied prompt from our menu!
Brown sugar: "If that's all it takes to kill a god, then how easy it must be to become one." by @basalamander-corner
Maple syrup: Write a description of one of your settings from the POV of at least two different characters, so you can see how their unique voices change how the setting appears to the reader. by @asablehart
Honey: Choose a song and write something inspired by that song. by @sadfragilegirl
Agave syrup: "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." - "I can't. I'm sorry." by @basalamander-corner
White sugar cubes: Write about two characters having dinner, but they can't explicitly say what they want to say. by @asablehart
We encourage all forms of original writing. You can check out our other prompts here. Make sure to tag your piece of writing with #wcprompt within the first 5 tags and mention which prompt(s) you used. We will reblog every order!
Please reblog this post to spread the word in the writing community.
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persephoneshellhounds · 11 months
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Will I ever possess the softness I pretend to have?
— Fray Narte
Gif from: Stealing Beauty (1996) // Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci
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creatingnikki · 3 months
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as a hopeless romantic and with the heart of a poet you may think that it's inevitable to get over it — this heartbreak, this pain. if someone mattered to you this much, if everything with them meant so much, then how can you go on living without them? but there's nothing commendable about yearning for a love years later that could never manifest into something healthy, long term, and mutual in your life. unrequited love? one sided love? the one that got away? an almost lover? yeah at someone you gotta have to stop romanticizing that. you don't want material for shayari. what you want is to eventually move on and meet someone else and have a fulfilling and meaningful life because that's what is commendable. that's what is beautiful and that's what is poetic. a life well lived. a life well loved. not being hung up on one person or the idea of that person. the way our brains are wired is that you cannot really keep drowning in the memory of someone for over a year. if you decide to move on and let go at some point and go out there and meet other people, you will find someone who will make your heart smile again and whose jokes you will find funny and who will make you want to risk getting hurt again. it's honestly inevitable. so don't let them lie to you. don't let them make you believe that you have to live, if you are a romantic, if you have truly loved, as someone who never moves on. that doesn't make your love for that person any grander. it only makes your life less meaningful and more miserable. sadness can become a habit especially when it's sadness in love, or rather sadness in the lack of love. you can fall in love with that kind of sadness. you can glorify it. you can get so attached to it that you'd rather keep it than attempt at happiness in love again. don't be that person. love and let go and love yet again. the poetry is in that.
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dg-fragments · 2 months
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Measure my life, to the last ounce, if you must, you'll find nothing of value, but dirt and dust, still, leave me as you found me, gathering rust, for nothing more can be done, I am biding the time just.
- DG
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ginadope · 15 days
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whispering
The white butterflies, those Heart-shaped sweets And my daughter - the one my body betrayed - her precious hands The moment's creatures, all Strands in my braid
I do remember dreams My hair does sometimes Cover my face, and yet Space can only follow time One way, not another So who am I to Keep looking behind
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n-ehpamoi · 2 months
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And You taught me that maybe, I shouldn't be shaping myself to the expectations of others, just for a morsel of love
And you? You taught me that no one could ever really react to what makes up who I am -- we are all just guessing at the shape and place of all the edges of each other's souls --
And she taught me that the ones that accuse you tend to perpetrate the very things they worry you do --
And the last one, You? Taught me that I can't trust the words "I love you,"
because even when you mean it, believe it with your whole heart, you can be wrong --
and eventually, when you realize, I'll only be left alone again.
Why do lovers have to be lessons?
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trustonlystars · 9 months
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We are out in the lands of magic, there is nothing you cannot be. Walk around the soft grass and write stories about the lakes, use your wings that have remained hidden for so long, and fly away to heights that cannot weigh you down. You are meant for musings, you are meant to be kissed like a photograph found after ages. You deserve slow dances, you deserve smiles, you deserve to be heard and felt. You deserve to be like a music album where the lyrics are nothing but snippets from your life. You deserve to live your dreams, the same dreams that keep you going. You are a dream, please be around dreamers.
-trustonlystars | Jannie F
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nikithathampy · 4 months
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You are enough. Thinking about you, I mean. Until that day comes when my mind is feeble enough to recall even parts of you, until then I'm satisfied with fondly remembering you. I'm content to just miss you when I love you. When the details all begin to fade, I would still remember the feeling they left. When you are no more a person I can find strength to imagine, I'll resort to looking myself in the mirror. Where I am is where you are. And there you are, in the cloud behind my eyes. All that I see, clear or not, is all that you show me. And you've shown me such wonders in life, everything else falls short before it. I see you all the more when I fail trying to see. Half of me, is the whole of you. The whole of me, is the whole of you. I love you. I always do.
~nt
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stormykatie · 6 months
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One day you will realize, it's not fate or luck that got you here but the choices you've made, the habits you've formed, the thoughts you've run in your head.
-sometimes it's easier to blame the gods or destiny
katie
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pelicandensity · 8 months
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"No matter how loud and chaotic the world may be, your love speaks silently to my gentle heart."
The Last Quiet Romantic
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prasannawrites · 4 months
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for @nosebleedclub jan 3rd 2024 prompt.
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writeblrcafe · 3 months
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Secret Valentine hosted by Writeblr Café
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Let's spread love in our writing community with a lovely game of Secret Valentine! After our successful Secret Santa gift exchange (read all gifts here) we are hosting another written gift exchange. As you all know, our main goal is bringing writers together. We aspire to inspire! So join the fun, write something wonderful for a fellow writer, and receive a written gift from your Secret Valentine.
Who can participate?
This event is open for all writers. Any writer can choose to spread some love and gift a present through their words!
How it works:
Fill in this form to participate (direct link below)
Deadlines:
25th January for signing up through filling in the form
27th January for receiving your Secret Valentine target through dms
14th February for posting your writing gift tagged #wcsecretvalentine within the first 5 tags and tag who the gift is for as well as @writeblrcafe
If you still have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask in the comment section or send us a curious ask! We promise we don’t bite (unless you are in love with vampires, then we will bite you passionately.) We will keep our shadows hidden by keeping each other warm.
Spread this lovely message by reblogging this post! Thank you <3
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persephoneshellhounds · 2 months
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my heart flutters like moth wings, once caught flightless on ice cold fire it’s forever looking for the kiss of the flames, the softest, kindest, slowest way of dying so that i may rest in a chest that’s not my own — yours, would you leave flowers on my tomb, once more? virginal white jasmines, if you remember — the color and predisposition of a ghost. would you kiss my resting ground, softening under torrential poems? would you say a made-up prayer? (my lover, who art in heaven) would you love me again if death is my rebirth, my second coming, how angels weep right next to me, how they break over my sorrows — pathetic bodies made of light, but they never burn, they never crash like fading embers. my heart’s still caught on ice cold fire, it flutters, wingless i arch in my quiet aching, godless, limbless — i’m sorry i’m made this way. in heaven, god fucked up for the first time twenty five years ago, he can take me back tomorrow for all i care but would you pick me, take me back and kiss me, bathe me in biblical oil (even if it kills me once more?) if i promise not to die once more?
— fray narte, "going insane in october" | written november 1, 2023, 5:11 PM
photo screencapped from: saltburn (2023) // dir. emerald fennell
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creatingnikki · 3 months
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You know the kind of person you are? Let's say you and I were on a walk in a park. And in the middle of our path we come across two sparrows that we pass by. You would have something to say or write about that thirty minutes later. You would pick up on it and you'd still be thinking about it. It would spark an emotion, make you think of things. That's the person you are. And I mean it as a compliment. You feel too much so the way you see the world, the way you perceive and experience it is also different. All the mundane and not so mundane things. And it comes at a cost, one that I know you may already know quite well. But that's who you are. And I think it's a beautiful thing.
— notes from friends
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