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quotefeeling · 2 months

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You can’t fix me. Let me have my bad days.

Dayna Walls-Cochran

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thoughtkick · 1 year

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You can’t fix me. Let me have my bad days.

Dayna Walls-Cochran

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horreurscopes · 3 months

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i like my body when it is with your body.

#death note #meronia #near #mello #mihael keehl #nate river #mello dn #near dn #artists on tumblr #horreurart #been working on this one here and there for a long while. i love drawing mello's scar >:) it's like a brain coral or a very shitty maze.#also i cannot remember the last time i posted something even slightly racy so this feels rather scandalous #2024 is the year of posting sexy blorbo art i've decided...#anyway this literally happened in canon it just wasn't relevant to death note's journey. source: trust me #something kind of melancholic about this piece i think. it's like spying on them. it pulled that one ee cummings poem from the #deepest receses of my mind -- i hadn't thought about it in years. it's sooo romantique. to me #girl help the anime boys are in doomed love...#in my mind this forbidden rendezvous is happening in one of those abandoned love motels with heart shaped tubs and round mattresses and #mirrors on the ceiling and wall carpeting. it's kind of gross.#sometime between spk control room meeting and mello dying. rip king at least you got the love of your life laid once (1) one time

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practicecourts · 2 years

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#poem on the wall #street poetry #i love this one #walking home #real life

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perfectquote · 16 days

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If you don’t want to sink, you better figure out how to swim.

Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle

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perfectfeelings · 16 days

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You can’t fix me. Let me have my bad days.

Dayna Walls-Cochran

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thatsbelievable · 7 days

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#Conversations I Have Had With Edgar Allan Poe #Edgar Allan Poe #literature #books #poems #poetry #writing #author #authors #writers #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writerscommunity #time travel #Rome #Great Wall of China #H.G. Wells #Oh Edgar

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librarycards · 9 months

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I enjoy many poets whose work I’d call “warm.” I love Billy Collins and Mary Oliver, for example, but I would not depend on them to tell me their whole truth. They prefer, perhaps, to please me, to wish me well, to enable me. There is a place for them on my shelves. After a hard day, tired in the evening, I will reach for them. But they don’t give me that shuddering thrill. They do not, like certain close friends of mine, stop me mid-sentence to challenge the bullshit I’ve been speaking. They do not lock eyes with me and tell me what’s really on their mind. They will never change my life. [...] Cold art, when it enacts the moment of death over and over, isn’t interested in death in itself, but wants to remind us of death. We are, as at a funeral, not the corpse but the attendees. The life force still surges within us. Cold art doesn’t urge us toward nihilism, but reminds us to live now, to get things done, that we are vital. This is the wisdom of it. Without such reminders we risk becoming fools, like Lear. Cold art is not harmful or bad at all, but provides a useful counterpoint to “happiness” in our society, which is severely overemphasized. Our existence naturally oscillates between warm and cold. This oscillation must be allowed, or the pendulum will break. When that deep cold is invoked—in a poem, a song, a painting, a voice on the subway—the windless ice forest wakes within me. And it’s in me always, the cold. The spiritual, psychic cold. While driving my motorcycle through the potholed streets of Philadelphia, while leading a poetry workshop, while chatting to my mother, while eating dinner, while watching Netflix with Tiina. That cold forest, its myriad frozen boughs, bristles within me.

John Wall Barger, In the Cold Theatre of the Poem.

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#THIS!!!!!!!!!!!! is my problem with tumblr uwu wild geese orange peeling poem culture #i want to be fucking rattled and beaten and socked in the chest!#john wall barger #writing #words #readings

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thehopefulquotes · 1 year

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You can’t fix me. Let me have my bad days.

Dayna Walls-Cochran

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cult-of-the-eye · 5 months

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Jon was definitely a terrible handwriting kid who would look at the other kids and wonder when his handwriting would magically be neat like theirs and Martin was a round neat little letters, first to get his pen license kid