#auroras and sad prose*

[themoonandherstarrs]

𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘺𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦

#remus lupin #moony #remus lupin kinnie #auroras and sad prose #taylor swift i love you #Spotify

[lazykebabvagina]

I'm tired of running and hiding into places

The whole world is crumbling right in front of our faces

#mental health #poertry #wip #writerblr #my writing #original #artist #when emma falls in love #Emma's stuff #prose #auroras and sad prose

[thevioletdaffodil]

1.

I realize you love me even when I'm- I'll never be enough. I'm nothing but you still make me tea. I'm nothing special but you never want to discard me. I'm sorry all the time that you have to love me and I wonder if it's because there's nothing else you can do. Cause I'm just me. Silly old me. Average me. And you're beautiful. You're the most beautiful a man can be. You're gentle and you're kind. You take my scooty for repair. You ask me about my day. I'm sorry I'm grumpy more than most of the time. I love you. You have changed because I used to be scared of you, and yesterday when I thought that you catching my lie was death you actually talked to me and listened to what I had to say. Thank you. Thank you for respecting me even though I'm a lesser person than you. Thank you for being my hero. Thank you for the comfort. Thank you for rescuing me from the party. The way you give me your goofy smiles even when I don't always return them, or when you make me chuckle or when you sound genuinely concerned, like someone in this world cares about what I'm doing to myself and where my life is going, I am sure I'll never be enough. But it warms my heart to have received such love that I as a person will never be enough for that. I love you everyday and I want you to know it.

2.

My mom's love feels like a chore. Like, it's not something in me that makes her love me, it's just the general consensus that I'm a needy thing who she has to wake up and work for. I get it. I also know I'm nothing special, but I just guess a mom's supposed to be your comfort person? And like, she loves me like it's a chore, a thing off her to do list, an item she needs to check off, get off her back. And I know I'm being too whiny because moms are like that, they won't tell you they're proud of you even when you're the president or nobel prize winner and I hate to sound like this, but I have this wish that she'd love me like a fairytale, like I was the light of her life, or atleast a good kid, or that I brought her joy just by existing, just by being born. I didn't do much in life yet, but isn't that what unconditional love's supposed to be? Just cause. No excuses needed, no need to earn it, no need to ask for it, fight for it, cry for it. She used to love me like I was a star. And now even when I go to hug her, she doesn't want to hold me tight. Something's changed, and I know I'm at fault. I need to fix it. She now looks at me like a good stranger would. I want my mumma. I know she secretly wishes that I'd stop asking her for love, to stop coming home to her, it looks like she's run out of whatever she used to have for me. Maybe now I've turned out to be a bad kid. But why won't she tell me? I'll be better, I'm trying. I know she'd give up everything for my sake but these days she won't even look at me with love. I miss having conversations. I miss when she used to check up on me at night, when she could tell if I had been crying because of some stupid reason and comforted me to sleep. Now when I actually am crying, I don't know what to do with it. How do I get noticed? I don't even know how to seek attention. I can't do anything with my body when I'm finally at peace with it. I don't know what to do. It's like I'm thirteen again, fixing her backache every other night and my hands and my heart hurt the same.

3.

When she patted my head I just wished to collapse into her arms crying. All this, mumma I have been learning to handle it but it just gets heavy. But I did not cry. Because she did not look at me for five whole minutes. There's no use. I miss everything. I am sorry to let it happen mumma. I am sorry. I just need a hug I've been needing a long one for years I just didn't know how to ask for it. I'm sorry I stopped saying Good night to you both. I think that's what stopped you from peeking in to check if I've slept. I haven't been sleeping well.

4.

oh my god grief hurts it's a chronic pain it will be lasting a lifetime

5.

Mumma, you came to sleep with me yesternight because I made you afraid. It's been quite a long time since I slept so comfortably. I'm sorry I fell sick and I'm sorry I don't sound like myself but I promise I'm trying. It's tempting to end it all, but I can't be another child you lost. Especially not at seventeen. And thank you, mumma. Thank you for staying by my side. I want you to know I love you, even when I'm obviously an idiot for not saying it enough. And your love being a chore is the reason I'm alive.

6.

painkillers often don't work on me and everyone wonders why. i don't wonder. i know.

Read my thoughts on YourQuote app at https://www.yourquote.in/ramona-singh-bvfs2/quotes/blue-proses-cqoh3w

#mental health #writeblr #writers and poets #rant #self love #writers on tumblr #writing #healing #chronic pain #tw depressing thoughts #depressing shit #sad thoughts #sadgirl #blue #prose #sad prose #auroras and sad prose

[littleoneblockwideworlds]

Reflecting and Returning

I have not been on Tumblr since creating this account back in middle school somewhere around 10 years ago. Taylor Swift consumes many of my waking thoughts—her music, the Eras Tour content that perpetually exists on my social media, her continuous commitment to fighting for what is good and right in the world, and most recently, how this love I have for this remarkable woman has grown.

I have revived my seldom used Tumblr from the early 2010s because I believe this is the best place for me to exercise some creative freedom to express the emotions I have for Taylor and those brought to the surface by her music. I have never once met Taylor Swift, but I share a deep connection with her music—music that has truthfully helped to raise me to become the woman I am today. 

Anything I write, I write for myself. If someone out there is this world can gain something from this journey, well that will just be a beautiful bonus courtesy of the internet.

#taylor swift #taylornation #reflection #self care #self reflection #miss swift #auroras and sad prose #sad prose incoming #the eras tour #ogswiftie #swifties #journey through music #journey through time

[cursed-man-prayers]

taylor used to be an escape but now she’s just stressing me out more (:

#gaylor #gaylor swift #the eras tour #i miss the folkmore era #i want auroras and sad prose #not some rando man and dumb lyric changes

[beyuji]

a starter for @eunaebe ( auroras and sad prose )

yuji's in her element the moment the songwriting camp is announced. it's the first evaluation-esque thing they've done in a long while that yuji was excited about the moment it was brought up. it's her time to shine, to practice and evolve and put her name to something. she likes sr media just fine-- but this is what she's been waiting for. yuji always asked to see spend a moment in studio delta's halls just for the sake of songwriting. maybe she just needed to wait for this moment.

and she doesn't hesitate to approach eunae about it. yuji catches her in the hall on the way to practice, slowing her jog so she can entwine their arms together. "so," she starts. "when are you going to show me what you're working on?" her voice comes out in a rush, excitement twisted into her tone. if there's anyone else here that's going to be just as excited, it's going to be eunae. "i'll show you a sneak peek of what i'm working on. equivalent exchange."

#p: auroras and sad prose #eunaebe #🌧️ thread ; #🌧️ trainee ; #be:songwritingcamp #( here u go bub i hope it was ok <3 )

[oberthinkin]

omgomgomgomg what are your thoughts on cg! lilia or idia? i feel like he’d be the best papa!!! and idia would be a good big brother!!

Idia regresses too, but he's got a big range, sometimes around 12 or 13, and he likes to take care of littles smaller than he is.

Idia is a fun big brother/babysitter, as he likes to keep you entertained with board games, videogames (that are rated for your little age range, of course-- no rage quits or throwing remotes, please), and doing his very best to roleplay with some costumes. Another dress-up fiend at NRC! Idia will 3-D print dragon puppets for your dragon slayer/tamer dreams!

He's very spoiling because he wants you to have fun and be happy, so he'll give you sweets instead of veggies, you can drink energy drinks and soda whenever you want-- so long as you put it in your no-spill cup, or let him pour it into one for you. Idia might need you to remind him about your bedtime, brushing your teeth, getting some exercise, and play outside instead of sitting and laying around all day.

Idia likes to play with you, but sometimes he gets anxious leaving his room, so there's lots of videocall playdates, or videocall babysitting. Idia can read you pdf's of kids stories, giving the characters silly voices-- and Ortho might join in on the storytelling too! (Ortho is like a little bonus you get with flip cg! Idia. Now you've got another playmate!)

#cg idia #agere twst #my writing :3 #auroras-and-sad-prosee

[well-if-you-wanted-honesty]

a compilation of folklore lyrics i felt (some a little to hard)

the 1: (the whole damn thing)

cardigan

I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better, I

You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin'

exile

And it took you five whole minutes To pack us up and leave me with it Holdin' all this love out here in the hall.

I'm not your problem anymore

You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out

my tears ricochet

And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home And you can aim for my heart, go for blood But you would still miss me in your bones

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

mirrorball

I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me And I'm still a believer, but I don't know why I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

seven

And I think you should come live with me And we can be pirates Then you won't have to cry Or hide in the closet And just like a folk song Our love will be passed on

Please picture me in the weeds Before I learned civility I used to scream ferociously

august

Back when we were still changin' for the better Wanting was enough For me, it was enough To live for the hope of it all Cancel plans just in case you'd call And say, "Meet me behind the mall" So much for summer love and saying "us"

this is me trying

I've been having a hard time adjusting I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting

They told me all of my cages were mental So I got wasted like all my potential And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad I have a lot of regrets about that

illicit affairs

Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby" Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby" Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

invisible string

And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?

Time, mystical time Cutting me open, then healing me fine

Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons Wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold Tied me to you

Cold was the steel of my axe to grind For the boys who broke my heart Now I send their babies presents

Time, wondrous time Gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies And it's cool, baby, with me

mad woman (the entirety of it)

betty

The worst thing that I ever did Was what I did to you

I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything But I know I miss you

Will you have me? Will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch In front of all your stupid friends? If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it?

peace

And it's just around the corner, darlin' 'Cause it lives in me No, I could never give you peace

But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade, ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches Give you my wild, give you a child Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other Family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother Is it enough?

I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standin' with me

hoax

Stood on the cliffside screaming, "Give me a reason"

the lakes

Take me to the Lakes, where all the poets went to die I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry I'm setting off, but not without my muse

I want auroras and sad prose I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet 'Cause I haven't moved in years And I want you right here

<3

all lyrics found on the genius lyrics site ;3

Taylor Swift - folklore (deluxe version) Lyrics and Tracklist | Genius

#poetry #poems #prose #letters #mental health #cottagecore #dark cottagecore #taylor swift #folklore #folklore taylor swift #long pond studio sessions #i want auroras and sad prose <3 #i think that's enough tags lol

[eulcgizeme]

i still have my mind split apart from the paper i wrote this weekend, and i have another final exam and paper due this week. i'll be postponing replies once i'm convinced they don't sound academic and actually make sense.

#━━ ooc ft. danii ｢auroras and sad prose｣

[spiritdreamt]

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜ @goblincaptain

she knows she should listen; he is, after all, her personal guard. it's his job to defend her, even at the cost of his life. but he's also the closest thing she has to a friend, and he's outnumbered, and she can't lose him. she's no expert with her magic—the queen had wanted her to ignore it entirely, deeming it unfitting for a lady of her station—but she knows enough. "i'm not leaving you," she says. it's obstinate and unbecoming, and she's terrified, but she's also certain it's the right thing to do. the good thing to do. what kind of person would she be, to abandon him? the princess lifts her hands, and magic sparks at her fingertips. "i'm sorry," she adds. "but i'm not leaving."

#goblincaptain #ic. #answered. #wails!!! #au ; i want auroras and sad prose (royalty).

[sapphicstacks]

okay i know we joke but taylor swift really is that mastermind because the amount of truly unplanned coincidences i’m coming across when looking for lyrics to use in the “what if i told you i’m a mastermind?” sequel is 🤯🤯

#truly the writing process for this fic has been serendipity #gahhh even just the timeline! #i didn’t plan for a sequel when i knew they would be in wicklow in july! #but now they go back to new york in AUGUST #THERES AN AURORA IN CELESTE’S PAINTING #AND IN THE LAKES SHE SAYS I WANT AUORAS AND SAD PROSE #WHEN ELSIE IS A POET #BRO #sapphicstacks ao3 #what if i told you i’m a mastermind? fic

[kiwiana-writes]

"Auroras and sad prose" for the WIP ask game!

The pitch, verbatim, from the completely out of left field DM I sent @ships-to-sail and @celeritas2997:

Y’all I wanna write a combo of this post + The Lake House Where A&H’s annotations keep appearing over each other in the same book(s) https://www.tumblr.com/plainoddboi/725866028145491968/black-feather-fiction-teashoesandhair-this

There's nothing of substance written for this yet but just... imagine the arguments these two would get into via book annotations.

[WIP ask game]

#wip ask game #ask meme response #cha-melodius #wip: auroras and sad prose

[angeldevilorprincess]

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

I don't belong, and my beloved neither do you

🩶🩶

#Spotify #I want auroras and sad prose #folklore #taylor swift #🩶 #angeldevilorprincess

[bowiepens]

i really want a plot where a wedding planner becomes obsessed w the bride and starts stalking her bc she's unhinged and she gets caught and there's weird tension and the bride tells her to cut it out but she continues to tease tf out of her throughout the whole planning process, she knows the wedding planner is stalking her and she likes it. anyway they end up having mad crazy sex and the bride lowkey wants to call off her wedding because whatever freaky thing she has going on with the wedding planner is waaaay more interesting.

#☆ wanted plot // auroras and sad prose. #usfw #indie lesbian rp #indie bi rp #idk what tags someone write it w me tho >:(((

[snperuova]

“she is the sun. the center of every universe she is apart of. everyone in the room is immediately drawn to her when she enters. she is golden hour, for i can take the best pictures in the light she provides. she is pure gold, more precious than any other element. sunshine runs through her veins. her arms provide more warmth than a million heaters combined could. her skin glows every so gently, it’s hard to resist touching. she was formed from a droplet of sunlight. she is the sun.”

#⋆｡•*⁀★(yours truly) #⋆｡•*⁀★(sick of faking diary entries) #⋆｡•*⁀★(auroras and sad prose) #just somthin i wrote abt this girl i’m in love with #i’m so down bad it’s painful #writing #poems on tumblr #prose #prose on tumblr #poetry writing #prose writing #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #poetry #my poetry #my prose #wlw post #wlw love #wlw writing

[claired3lune]

Omg. Omg. One of the drag queen I saw yesterday just posted on her story and I'm pretty sure the bracelet she's wearing is the one I gave her

#it's hard to tell but it looks like my 'auroras and sad prose' bracelet