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i-didnt-do-1t · 8 months
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It’s mid august and everything is okay. you’re not running out of time, the summer isn’t fading so fast there’s next to none of it left, winter is waiting and autumn will ease you into it with open arms and the faint scent of cinnamon. you’re not running out of time
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bees-poems · 7 days
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Here's something a little different: a zine that I made
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eggsofgregs · 1 month
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hey bro sorry i didn’t respond to your text it was too loving too genuine too honest and too much.
that whole paragraph? it showed how much you really care about me and love me. that’s scary as shit bro.
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The light blinds Things keep changing Do you know why?
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writeblrwithfangs · 17 days
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The Resident of the Castle in the Sky
Castle in the sky with your walls stretched high and wide. Corridors made of glass, thin and a labyrinth reminiscent.
A place without pools; or mirrors unable to find the reflection desperately sought after.
Hours go by reading books, one after another, to theorize. To understand why.
A chill as cold as ice yet as a dagger sharp pain jolted; a sudden flood of tears streamed down unable to remain content hiding itself away.
Seeking answers to questions never going to be answered, a feeling of drowning in desperation, unable to breathe.
I flash awake, relieved to learn about a nightmare yet forced to question who it was that held the blade that was so quick and sudden.
The face. I saw their faces. Only further questions remain.
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hellomagicalsouls · 4 days
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as someone who recently turned 24 i actually realise that im 24
i feel sick
i can remember being 13 and discovering that i actually hate sand but like to pet donkeys so i would walk on sand to pet the donkeys
but now im 24 and i still hate sand but the donkeys arent there anymore but i still love donkeys
and soon ill be 25
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arwenschepers · 4 days
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I want to interact with people, I want them to interact with me.
But it is so hard (she whined like a four year old)
What do I say? How do I become interesting? Won't I be too weird?
The answer to all of those, is simply doing it. But knowing that won't stop the four year old version of me, cowering underneath her blanket
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razedwrong · 7 months
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There is something funny about being raised catholic. I’ve watched those around me grow over zealous or atheist while I remain in the middle. Stranded.
Sundays I pray to God for change and wonder if he looks at the sky for answers too.
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damageinkorporated · 7 months
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Laughter Next Door
I can hear you laughing
Next door from where I’m sleeping
Smile cause your laugh’s worth
Just spectating
You deserve all the laughter
you can borrow here
smile hearing your laugh
in the bed I pretend to sleep
you care so shallow
yet it feels good to be swallowed
and I’m in your bed lying
pretending to be sleeping
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toodumbforusernames · 7 months
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HEY! HEEEEY! FINALLY MADE MY WRITEBLR!!
would greatly appreciate it if you would be so kind as to check it out, though it's rather empty as of now. I'll mostly be sharing some poetry and be writing either short stories or chapters of a planned YA post-apocalyptic novel. It's not a hunger games copy, I promise!
It's @damageinkorporated (Yes, I love Metallica)
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dabblingreturns · 5 months
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As a white woman who cries...I would like to say.....please don't let my tears be a conversation stopper....
I cry when I'm sad,
when I'm angry,
when I'm frustrated or overwhelmed....I've been conditioned since early childhood that this was one of the few appropriate ways to express strong emotions.....
But it's so goddamn patronizing of a third party to think I am wounded and in pain and need to stop a conversation just because I have strong emotions that leak out though my eyes....
I dont want my tears to silence anyone else....I don't want my tears to be used as a dirty trick....I need to have this conversation even if my body sends me into fight or flight.....
And lord knows my mother never stopped a hard conversation with me because I cried....she might give me a minute to blow my nose....but I wasnt raised to think crying was an out so stop offering it to me.
Please ignore my tears the same way society ignores other people's tears....
please ignore my tears I'm not in pain.....
please ignore my tears
.....and tell me what I need to hear
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gatorships · 11 months
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nvm i have no motivation to write<3
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rantsintechnicolor · 2 years
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he probably says that to everyone
This is what I need to tell myself.
He told me I was special.
He probably tells everyone that.
And if he tells that to everyone, does it actually mean anything?
I bet he doesn't think that about me anymore.
And, morning glory, he's said that to someone else, too.
He's a terrible flirt.
Flirting is a dangerous game.
Has he learned that yet?
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kindanutz · 2 years
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ONE LINE SONG LYRIC CHALLENGE #1
Sweetest Pie - Song by Dua Lipa and Megan Thee Stallion
You've never been to Heaven, have you?
Cause if you had you wouldn't have told me that
I was like an angel that had fallen in your lap , yeah
Cause baby I'm the devil in a disguise
Got you round my finger even though it's lies
~ kindanutz
The challenge is that basically you gotta take one line from a song of your choice and then write a verse of lyrics/poetry that match but aren't part of the original song :)
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thebeautifulbeat · 1 month
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I think I was meant to take things slow. To take in the world around me as I walked. To stop to look more closely at a flower that caught my eye. To sit down along the way, whether on a chair or the dirt beneath my feet. To sit and watch the clouds float by and just appreciate the sun and the birds and the oxygen I breathed. I was meant to appreciate all around me.
But of course I am only human and a human in a system in which I must work to have the time to enjoy these feelings.
I try to appreciate as I go and I implore you to do the same. Love and be grateful.
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bird-stream · 3 months
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if i were a mouse id lay there in that trap not completely dead but doomed. nibbling on the morsel of cheese while i wait for the perpetrators to come collect me.
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