“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Hi, My Wattpad
Hello, I hope this finds you well. I have Wattpad with some short stories and poetry. Recently made a short story about a lonely library titled "A Midnight Dance". Feel free to check it out, there's no harm in doing so!
Here's the link to my profile :)
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dark academia date ideas
well shit i’ve been gone for a long time. i have a girlfriend now (yes homo) so here are some date ideas.
museum dates!!
have a bacchanal together
a coffeehouse, but not starbucks. you need dimly lit, low-ceilings, stray cat roaming around vibes
i mean.... museum dates ;)
trying to break the record for running through the Louvre (source: The Dreamers, 2004)
bake tiramisu and sip on the rum you put in it while you wait for it to bake until you’re both tipsy and running into each other in the small kitchen
b a c c h a n a l
get drunk on a rooftop and stare at the stars
go to the dark back corner of a library (bonus if it’s the university library) and study on the rigid floor with a mass of papers spread all around the both of you
bacchanals
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I often feel like a fraud
in the midst of the emotions that conjure in the depths of my chest.
As if they're all for nothing, borderline narcissism threatens my mind
any time I feel the least bit ingenuine.
But in the same carriage of naive feeling,
this fraud that resides in my mind
awaits imperfect timing
much like the volcano beneath Yellowstone park,
ready to blow any second,
any indication of an offset motion,
a problem I cannot solve,
a joke I don't understand.
I feel so alone in this incompetency,
like I'm a prophet of nuanced forgiveness,
time and time again.
How many times can they forgive my mistakes
until this embodied loneliness manifests physically?
How many times must I contemplate my every word,
toss each thought through the roundabout ferris wheel of second guessing
before filtered with careful vernacular?
How many times do I miss the sign of affection for me,
in another's eyes,
through my own entangled mess of self-deprecation?
I often feel like a fraud.
Who will they write about
if I am not present in my feelings?
Who are they to see
if I cannot actualize my mortality, riddled on my face in such a way that shows I care?
Who will they remember
if I am not so sure I want to remember myself?
A wave of the hand,
rolling my eyes
at the happenstance of any legacy I might carry.
Even if your feelings are misplaced,
surely someone would notice—
then again, they'd have to be watching.
I'm overthinking again.
- j.p.
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songs to leisurely study to while sitting in the sunshine
let the music fade to the back of your mind and focus on the work ahead of you
Like Real People Do — Hozier
Woodland — The Paper Kites
Holocene — Bon Iver
Alewife — Clairo
Oceans — Tigers in the Sky
Sunlight — Hozier
Soulless Creatures — AURORA
Chai Tea — audrey
Persephone — Tamino
Love — Lana Del Rey
Should Have Known Better — Sufjan Stevens
Half the World Away — AURORA
The Art Teacher — Rufus Wainwright
The Parting Glass — Peter Hollens, The Hound + The Fox
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You can stab me all you want and I can heal.
You can hate all you want but I will still love.
You can forget and I will forgive.
But if you tell me what you love,
I will become what you hate
As your quotes echo loudly through my eternity
As your pen strokes on the paper strike me
As your voice deafens me
As your face blinds me.
Time heals all wounds
But eternity will always bring scars
Until the end of eternal itself
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