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ltwilliammowett · 11 months
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H.M.S. "Wellesley" undated von Newcastle Libraries H.M.S. Wellesley, was originaly launched as the 70 Gun guard ship "Boscawen" in 1844. Eventually coming to the Tyne as a training ship in 1874, she was broken up in 1914
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evilwithcarne · 6 months
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AND I’M BACK ON TUMBLR BECAUSE WHEN IN DOUBT JUST AIR IT OUT IN THE SAFE SPACE!
I’m not blaming anyone but myself and i take full accountability for everything wrong that i did. You left me and i understand why.
this is too hard for me.
i lost a 6 year relationship and fumbled the girl of my dreams. How do i move on? it’s been a month.
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jxrdankay · 8 months
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ace-theatre-ghosts · 2 months
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You can leave if you want. I'll remember you though. I remember everyone that leaves.
Lilo
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paperlovesadness · 1 year
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You know you're in a niche/hibernated fandom when you're close to a breakdown at the artist simply aknowledging the existence of the project that you're a fan of
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anxiouspanini · 6 months
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for him
I love him something so unbelievably much, my heart hurts like hell with the thought of a future without him.. for me love and loving someone is not just a feeling but a power to overcome obstacles... I know that my love for him is strong enough to cope with the distance time together, to think that there will come a day when we don't text goodnight but get to say it face to face every night.. I know it is strong enough to get through anything with him , because I don't want to see a future without him..
I said I won't give up on us, and even now that it's over, my heart refuses to give up.. I just wish that his heart and love for me had the strength to not give up either..
I can't have a cigarette on the balcony without looking at all the cars that go by and wondering if he's in one of them..
My heart wants to call him, cry and beg him not to give up.. but I don't want to do that to him..
He says that the day he is back permanently in the country he will check up on me even though I might hate him and never want to see him again.. the truth is that I will most likely throw my arms around him because I don't want to be with anyone else but him.. I can't imagine anyone else's closeness but his, anyone else's arms around me but his.. I just can't..
A part of me never wants to forget him, but there is that part that wishes we never met because it hurts so much to have had him as mine, and now not at all.. my heart hurts physically and mentally without him..
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doyouevenpoetry · 1 year
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"Sometimes I miss you. Sometimes I want you back - but I know I wouldn't get the 'you' I miss back. I would reach for the man who would stay up late with me; our laughter echoing on the patio - but I would touch the man who held my own wounds up to my face; the man who ridiculed me for having wounds in the first place."
(can you miss someone you don't know - anymore?)
Nathalie Fiorin // 07/04/2023
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cryformythoughts · 9 months
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wow there is something about heartbreak that makes you feel so on the edge of a panic attack, not being able to breathe, thinking you’re about to die, crying, yet also feeling like they are the only one who can fix it but you can’t have them.
all i want to do is call him.
but in the end, only you can fix yourself
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breakuppoetry · 2 years
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James Schuyler, “Daylight”
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emotionorange · 1 year
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You failed all of my tests.
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thebekashow · 8 months
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so incase you haven't heard
Yes. me and ray are broken up, but I would prefer no one make it a big deal. it happened, and now it's in the past. i'm okay, I just needed to think things through after what happened during our relationship. you can go check @eveanderland34 's account for the screenshots. all I ask is that you don't harass ray and please do not spam me or his inbox about it. it's in the past
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privit3 · 9 months
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evilwithcarne · 6 months
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dreamy-conceit · 1 year
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I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.
— Frédéric Chopin
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keen2meecha · 2 years
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The messiest idiots in Verkap tbh (also I know next to nothing about piano music composition dont @ me this is why its a first draft)
Taglist (hmu if you wanna be added/removed): @peggydreadful
Transcript, as always, under the cut :)
[With the doctor gone, her sisters distracted, and no expected callers, Rosalia was free to lose herself in the puzzle of her current piece. The sheet music she was working on penning was still there, allowing her to pick up where she left off. Their family, gifted as they were in magic, were not so involved in the more physical arts, but Rosalia imagined this was how it felt to paint a full picture. Every stroke falling into place, slowly but surely pulling the thoughts out of your head. Then came the shading, to give it depth — chords and progressions piled on. And finally the colors to lend it beauty — focusing on memorizing every finger placement, every bend of the spin and twitch of the head until the whole thing looked like a dance. Not that she had gotten that far, yet. She was still cobbling together the base.
When she finally came up for breath, she found that the sun was no longer directly streaming in through the window, and Claude was saying, “The Viscount Pierce has requested to see you, your grace. Shall I show him in?”
Rosalia blinked several times, pulling her thoughts back out of the music, and remembered what her— what Dimitri’s presence meant. Oh shit.
“Yes! I mean — yes, Claude, please. And ask Jane to get my things ready.”
He bowed in acknowledgment and limped out. She had one minute to smooth her clothes and pull her hair over her shoulder before Dimitri appeared in the doorway of the sitting room, hands clasped loosely in front of him.
“Good afternoon. Does this mean I am still welcome?”
Rosalia took a deep breath, then said lightly, “Don’t be silly. You will always be welcome.”
“As long as you’re deciding and not your sisters.”
��Well. Yes, I suppose. But as far as I’m concerned, that will never be their decision to make.”
He hummed and stepped fully into the sitting room, looking about as if he’d never been there before. Which was silly, because he’d just been there yesterday. She returned to the piano, feigning casualty even as her heart pounded against her chest. Like it was beating its fists against her ribcage, begging to be set free and given — returned — to Dimitri.]
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ughheartbroken · 2 years
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In the end, I wanted it to be you. I wanted you to be the guy I ended up marrying. The guy I would have my children with. The guy I would spend the rest of my life with. But in the end, you didn’t want it to be me.
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