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ardent-reflections · 11 months

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"I can only connect deeply or not at all."

Anais Nin

#anais nin #anais nïn #literature #poetry #poem #my love #love quotes #poems and quotes #spilled thoughts #words #quotes #romance quotes #deep quotes #deep poems #deep poetry #deep thoughts #deep writing

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maihonhassan · 3 months

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I’m touched by this beautiful quote:

“How wrong of us to even think for a second that Allah won't answer our duas while we are currently living in our other answered duas”

#tahajud #tawakkul #duadaily #dua #prayer #allah #beautiful quote #beautiful #true words #deep writing #deep thoughts #writings #aesthetic #islam #faith

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sheviolentlyher · 1 month

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hello wednesday

i have finally accepted this morning that i am not a girl’s girl.

i hate women.

but i recognize a queen.

i have never seen the number 444 so constantly like i have the past two days— or even twenty four hours.

i am not alone. only my brain is- in my skull.

-x

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wordsaladsenpai · 10 days

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Pouring my heart out but it’s all just blood. Why must you let me be vulnerable? Why must you let me bleed? Will you pick my pieces up and sew them back together? Is my brash bloody beating heart too broken to mend? Stitch me close with the red thread, coagulation crusted crimson healed with sticky hands pressed down upon my chest. The river flows so feverishly, the hot viscous blood boils like that of a volcano. Lava cools, this dark red liquid finally stops and slows, and a beautiful marble statue lays and hardens in the ash. Marbled beyond the rough embers of Pompeii. I rest for the power invested in me has drained. Sometimes we must cut ourselves open to let our life force mingle with the rain. It’s pain. Anguishing. But to find one another we must not refrain. The closest to us will once more deal the final blow. So blow a kiss farewell and release yourself from this inflicted hell. Love is good. Love is fine. You give me your heart and I’ll give you mine.

Late night writing: don’t know what to name this yet

#poetry #writers on tumblr #writing #night writing #tumblr fyp #artists on tumblr #quotes #late night thoughts #late night writing #deep feelings #deep writing #feelings #sentimental

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enchantingepics · 1 month

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Story Prompt 107

"You wanna know why I can't stand 'em? Why I wish they'd just disappear?" The man's voice was rough, like gravel scraping against concrete. He paused, his gaze burning with a hatred so intense it seemed to ignite the air around him.

"Because I used to love 'em. I mean, I'd have gone through hell and back for 'em without blinking. I thought they were my everything." He shook his head, disbelief etched in every line of his face.

"I would've given 'em the world, gladly. But turns out, they didn't give a damn about me." His voice cracked, raw emotion seeping through the cracks in his tough exterior.

"I poured my heart and soul into 'em, only for 'em to trample all over it and leave me in the dust." He spat out the words, his bitterness palpable.

"They took everything I had and then some, and what did they leave me with? Nothing but ashes." He clenched his fists, the pain of betrayal still fresh in his mind.

"That's why I hate 'em. That's why I want 'em gone. And I ain't ever gonna forgive 'em for what they did to me."

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catharticwritings · 4 months

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Miniscule Matter

That first sip of coffee

tastes a little better

than usual.

Bare toes that

squeeze the grass

under the azure sky.

Stare into fatigued eyes

through the cracked mirror

covered in dust.

See the bedhead from hours of restlessness

as you brush away morning breath

with mint toothpaste.

Here.

Your favorite seasonal candy

is back in stock

at your local supermarket.

Voice stutters

as you make eye contact

with the waitress taking your order.

The small details.

The smell of a book

as you open the fresh cover

and dogear its pages.

Heartbeat races as a stranger

compliments a shirt

you rarely wear out.

They remind me.

You savor a fruity drink

as your friend kindles the fire

on a cloudy night.

The warmth radiates

Into your skin from a

just-dried oversized hoodie.

I am alive.

Feed from the minuscule

and let it fuel you

into another day.

It's so worth it.

#writing #poetry #poems #words words words #hopecore #my words #my poetry #original poetry #prose #writing prompt #freestyle poetry #deep writing #living each day to the fullest #cathartic

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goodmourninginsomnia · 1 year

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Casket Chant

Pass me down my family and friends

My funeral

Share the memories again and again

My funeral

Pin me down while I float up

Lay the dirt and skip the church

My funeral my funeral

If hell is real- as real as they say

No preacher shall know my history I pray

Bound to his god, he’ll curse me away

By the riverbed where willows will sway

Bury my bones in light of the moon

My funeral

To all who I love, I’ll see you soon

My funeral

- E. M. Rorie

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whispersofthepurplevalley · 1 year

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The world is a new place altogether when you are out of your egocentric assumption that your life is the hardest. You begin to learn to play your part in this bigger story gracefully. You realise that everyone is walking towards the same soil at the end.

-Sabina Yesmin

#aesthetic #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #writeblr #writers on tumblr #my words #poem #my writing #quotes #positivity #dark academia aesthetics #academia quotes #deep writing #inspiring women #words of inspiration

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smollghost · 1 year

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You traveled for so long with your bare feet on broken glass,

it has made you numb to stable ground.

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siddhxartha · 6 months

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I don’t know why, it’s that look on your face that reminded me of someone. Rather, it’s the same aching of your heart that’s the same aching I’ve been feeling until now. It’s funny, that even after the years the pain still throbs, and the wound remains unhealed. But we both know I never plan to allow myself to heal; for it will be so as long as I cannot forgive myself.

Diving into those painted eyes was much like viewing a mirror into the past. The hold you had on your face to keep it emotionless felt so familiar, and the struggle to keep your composure felt so meaningless. The feelings of loss we share do not pass with time, but rather stay as scars that remain a permanent fixture.

I could not help but mourn with you even through my silence. I weep not just for you but for us. I wail in sorrowful moans within the four corners of my mind; that neither of us ever take for granted the willingness to give away our hearts ever again.

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anonymousteenthoughtsdisplayed · 1 year

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Is it just me or does anyone else like figuring out what's new stuff's hype or it's worth about. Or even if it isn't at all hype nor new, you just love to explore that in born passion which is seated deep inside your heart that interests you which you recently found out that it exists. It's just that urge to explore and research about it. That's the whole feeling of a new era when you later realise you want to get back to it and recall what actually it felt like. Like wandering around it doesn't even make you think of time.

I had a similar experience at the time when I happened to find tumblr. I used to believe that there's no place to share your internal thoughts openly where people ACTUALLY cared but later, after my tumblr discovery, there were SO MANY out there who experience the same things or go through the same events and share it.

This place is such an open land with whatever you relish to see or write. And that's how I started my first post here.

Tysm for reading anyway :)

#my thoughts #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #deep writing #my words #writers on tumblr #3 am nonsense #3am things #3am thoughts #midnights #passion #new tumblog #first post #writing #tumblr community #creators #reading #thoughts #tumblr thoughts

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ardent-reflections · 9 months

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It is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.

Jorge Luis Borges

#jorge luis borges #fire quotes #literature #spilled thoughts #poetry #words #poems and quotes #poem #quotes #lit #deep writing #deep poems #deep quotes #deep thoughts #emotions

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maihonhassan · 1 month

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Fasting for 16 hours and being full after 10 minutes is a prime example of how fleeting the pleasures of this world are and how small this life is.

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sheviolentlyher · 1 month

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wednesday morning

sun has risen. so we are both shining. I call that duality.

I feel a bit healing today- I think I want to repot some of my plants. 🪴

I’m gonna do my errands early so I can come home and move the flow of my house. it feels so good to trash the old— spiritually , mentally and physically, materially.

cleansing is the theme. realignment is the main character. gotta believe you are limitless baby.

they were serious when they said you become what you think.

and I’m thinking — godly—— and —- and I have hidden myself in the mountains again.

-x

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trulyjulisblog · 1 year

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Pink Moon

I’ve loved astrophotography for as long as I can remember. Something about the night skies, the stars, and the moon brings me the quietest sort of joy. Its shimmering light reminds me that I’m not alone. And when I reach my hands as high as I can, squinting my eyes and stretching the tips of my fingers, I imagine holding my wishes close.

— Juli 🐢

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desideriumdays · 1 year

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It's autumn.

Everything decays. The sky grows foggy. The grass turns grey. The trees shed their leaves.

Did you know why trees lose their leaves every fall?

It's to stay alive.

The winter snow is too heavy to carry along with their leaves. They'd crack under the pressure.

They bare themselves to stay alive.

But every spring they return, blooming and bright.

When will spring come for me?

#mourning #grief #deep thoughts #writing #deep writing #writers

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