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#fawn's poetry
fawna12 · 3 months
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a clock with no hands attached to the wall the hands are still there inside of the cover but the clock can no longer do what it was made to do
Does it still have power left? Has it been wound? Does the battery have juice? Does it still tick? There's no way to tell.
The clock in a gym It is in a cage
The cage was meant to protect it from this fate. The cage is dented, showing that it has to an extent But the cage did not work The clock is now broken.
How long has it been broken, Without being fixed?
How long has it been unable, To go tick, tick, tick? A child whose brain does not work in the same way. The things meant to protect them have worked against them, and now nobody can help. Nobody can put their hands back on, unbend the seconds hand Nobody can show them how to tick again No longer is anyone able to help them go tick, tick, tick Like all the other clocks
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raiquen · 4 months
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"There will never be a door [...] It does not exist. Expect nothing. Not even the beast obscured by the black dusk."
~ "The Labyrinth", Jorge Luis Borges.
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purebbyfawn · 3 months
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yayobabydoll · 27 days
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I love u
But you don't understand me
You see I'm a real poet
My life is my poetry
my lovemaking is my legacy
My thoughts are not for sale
they're about nothing
and beautiful and for free
i wish you could get that
and love that about me
“salamander” excerpt from violet bent backwards over the grass ♡︎
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maniccherrygirl · 9 months
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“ I don’t see how people leave people.
I never left anyone.
That’s why I always get left. ’’
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thesagekissoftime · 2 months
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The urge to mourn lost cultures and empires. For your heart to ache every time you think of how many dialects are no longer spoken. How many ancient cities are now abandoned. How many people lived full and happy lives before you.
The urge to feel melancholy for the millions that lost brothers in death, that watched the world around them fall apart, that thanked the skies for crying with them.
The urge to want to play a part in history but in the same moment having a fear of dying and inevitably being forgotten, like those who came before you.
- Fawn Novelle
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iamnothealing · 6 months
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you’re close to ending your years of being a teenager and fully closing out your chapter of childhood, but you won’t fall victim to “growing up.” you will always be mature in the ways that matter and childish in the ways that keep you alive.
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pigeon-system-boys · 4 months
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angelwngd · 29 days
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itsfavvn · 1 year
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m1ssnovember · 1 month
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Spring is for
Romantic poetry, reciting and acting out Shakespeare, roses, fresh pomegranates each day, classical music, Hellenism, Latin and Greek, vulgar girlhood, morbid longing for the picturesque
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vintagebarbiedoll · 2 months
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purebbyfawn · 7 days
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grouchydairy · 11 months
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it’s so weird to fall into this category where your trauma response is to be the social oil for the situation, smooth things over, fix and move on. It’s insidious because on the surface, it looks and feels to be a skill. Others might even positively reinforce this, because it seems to solve all the problems. Except, it doesn’t. It solves problems for everyone else, at the cost of your own body going haywire. That is the problem. Your body, you, deserve to be safe too, without constantly being placed in a situation where you’re supposed to smile through the threat. You deserve to have a space where you are safe and enjoying yourself too.
lucy dan
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feistyfaerie · 26 days
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They asked me, How do you write so beautifully?
Grief was watching me as I smiled.
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thesagekissoftime · 3 months
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Chess Nights >>>
[pictures from pinterest]
Hello, my dears ♡
I have been trying to think of goals and projects for this year, and I think I would very much like to relearn chess. My older cousin and I used to play together nearly every night, but that was ten years ago, and he now lives halfway across Europe, so I lost the skill of the game. Do you think I should learn again so I can play against him when I visit him this summer? I hope you feel content this evening, and if not, there is always tomorrow ♡
love you x
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