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decisions-at-3am · 1 month

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How lucky I am to exist In this universe, next to you. Surely I wouldn't be so lucky In my other lives too.

With absolute certainty, You tell me that's not true. 'As long as we're both alive, I will gravitate to you.'

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iknowitwontwork · 1 month

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wrote another one hehe<3

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hiemaldesirae · 1 month

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theyre married :3

#its been 2 hours since i got dragged outside i just came across a poem about sucking dick i think im losign my mind #my neck hurts but now i have gay demons to look at so ig its worth it #six more minuit...... Pleasbe hurry im gough to die here #🌗 art tag #radiostatic #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel

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pensocks · 23 days

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(episode 7 spoilers)

so close, so far i hold your hand, you hold my heart

definitely going to redraw this

episode 7 broke me guys

#idk man #just have a poem ig haha #murder drones #murder drones nuzi #nuzi #md nuzi #murder drones uzi #uzi doorman #md uzi #md n #serial designation n #n md #n murder drones #episode 7 #md episode 7 #murder drones ep 7 #murder drones episode 7

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jamespotterbbg · 5 days

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for the hell of it (for the plot). a poem.

i see your ghost everywhere I go an empty seat in the back of my car missing from your spot on the couch in my house in my heart i see you fade in and out of being flicker in my eyes, taunting me sometimes I pretend you're there i smile toward the seat in the back of my car but it always fades because there's little to smile at when you're no more than a ghost a flickering memory and an ache in my heart -k.c.

and as requested, tagging @wistfulenchantress , @gardenofrunar , @justyourlocaldisaster

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introspectivememories · 2 months

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NICO: WE SHARED THE LIFT THIS MORNING! I WAS GOING TO THE POOL TRAMPOLINE WITH MY TWO DAUGHTERS AND HE WAS GOING TO THE RACETRACK. PINKHAM: VERY DIFFERENT LIVES YOU'RE CURRENTLY LEADING.

#that line from nico is like /the/ modern brocedes thesis to me #like this is their happy ending!!! it is not the one they dreamed of all those years ago in greece but is a happy ending.#it's not multiple shared championships or racing against each other for years or anything their 13 year-old-selves would've dreamed up but #it is them achieving their dreams. lewis has 7 wdcs and is aiming for an 8th. nico has a loving wife and 2 daughters he'd die for. they are #both doing the things they love. would it have been nice if those dreams included each other? yeah. would it have been nice that when ppl #mention their names it would be to talk about what great friends they are instead of how they tore each other apart? absolutely! but they #were doomed from the start. so maybe it doesn't matter that they didn't get their traditional 'happy ending'. at least they had a happy #start and a semi-happy middle. at least they have the lift to see each other. at least nico's daughters get to keep lewis in their lives in #a way nico will never get to again. they will never share a bowl of frosties again but at least their roots are so thoroughly tangled #together that they can never look back without haunting each other. at least they still have that.#anyway for all the non-americans who reblog or like this. the poem is 'the road not taken' by robert frost. very famous in america #every middle/high schooler has to analyze/read this poem at some point. i don't know how popular he is outside of america so i thought id #leave a note ig.#anyway. i am going crazy and i need to lie down. that 2nd line was sooo hard to find a photo for. wth does 'hence' even mean???#brocedes edit #brocedes #f1 web weaving #f1 #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #f1 edit #nr6 #lh44 #web weaving

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loserdiaz · 1 year

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I'm screaming louder

— original poem

#this is so bad but i decided i need to just post more of my poetry ig #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie poetry #buddie poem #my poetry #my poem #my edits #buddie edit #911 edit #911 edits #911onabc #911 on fox #my writing #april writes

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om-is-ok · 5 hours

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Batane ki baat nahi hai, Par... batane dogi kya?

Ishq bepanah hai tumse, Ek bar... jatane dogi kya?

Tum titli ho, pahad ho, Aasmaan ho mera.

Ek dibiya me, sindoor rakha hai mere pass.

Tum... lagane dogi kya? –Zakir Khan

#om is ok ig #hindi words #Zakir Khan #hindi poem #hindi poetry #desi academia aesthetic #desi academia #desi aesthetic

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antepaths · 9 days

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[how long until you leave me here, telling yourself it is a favour? how long until my bones lay bare, scorched, powdered on the pavement?] - d.lg

poetry ig here

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just-looking-for-stars · 1 year

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a bit of advice:

order dessert before dinner whenever you can. get the really rich option, the oreo cheesecake or chocolate mouse. lick warm, melty whipped cream off the backside of your spoon, scoop the chocolate clean off the plate, sit back and sigh and lament that you might have not saved enough room for dinner, without an ounce of regret, and then go on to finish the bread and oil and your entire bowl of pasta too. look utterly confused anytime anyone brings up their new diet, or how they need to work out before dinner, or that they are just soooo bloated, or how they just need to lose that last 5 pounds. act as if it is the most absurd thing you have heard that someone would even consider cutting calories or passing on warm cookies fresh out of the oven or ignoring the pleasure of eating a whole bag of pink starbursts in one sitting. picture yourself at age three, often. think about a time before dance classes or diet culture or tiny runway models or tumblr of 2012 got it’s hands on you. remember the way your belly rolls looked extra cute in your purple butterfly swimsuit with watermelon juice covering your sticky salt water fingers, braids wildly unkempt from summertime play (and then remember that nothing has changed with age except that now you have a blue butterfly swimsuit instead of purple). and when you can’t show up for yourself to feed this adult body that has to face the world, feed yourself at three years old, giggly and chubby, sweet talking in hopes for a second popsicle. let them know that they can have three popsicles if they want, and that tonight, we will even order our dessert before dinner.

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hum-suffer · 9 months

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You couldn't have told us apart,

Me and him.

We sit in the same obnoxious way when we're alone,

Hold our phones the same way.

But I'm light on my feet,

He's faster in a sprint.

I draw circles on the ground with my toes

He does it with his heels.

The night drizzles over the side of his neck,

The exact colour of my eyes.

The sun slips like ichor on my wrist,

The exact colour of painted specks in his eyes.

"I would not put anything above you,"

We tell eachother

"I would be unknown if you ceased to exist."

There's blood in my eyes,

Blood that we carelessly slather over each other's clothes.

"You won't die, you won't, you won't."

For if you die and I live,

I will bend the world on its knees

And beg for you.

#desiblr #suffer ye suhana nahi #desi tumblr #poetry #original poem #thoughts #writers on tumblr #siblings #samdean #ig?? this was way too codependent #apollo and artemis #apollo and hyacinthus #hannigram #pernico #no i will never ship percabeth

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amiablesummer · 5 months

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Will I get better? Will I do better?

Jody Chan, Sick // @fadedkawasaki // @anervousmirrorball (I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers) // Better In the Morning by Birdtalker //@obeliskandmetronome // Franz Wright, Night Walk // Keaton St. James, September Affirmation // @mountainqoats // Up the Wolves by The Mountain Goats // Alexis Sears, September

#web weaving #mine #on bettering #on growth #on wanting #self #life #change #quotes #web weaves #me when i finally finish the web weavings i started four months ago #i started this is at the start of september which explains why theres 2 poems called september lmao #its meant to be a september vibe but it fits december too i think #will reblog in september ig #weavings<3

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tinadablackthorn · 20 days

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scrawny horses a dusty trophy it used to be a home

leafless tree empty swings it used to be a home

running children laughing parents we called it our home

scared children controlling parents now our lonely home

#my poem #ig

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