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iambrillyant · 5 months

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“divine timing tastes sweeter than forcing something you’re not ready for into existence.”

— iambrillyant

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silent-insanities · 6 months

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My heart can't handle another break.

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wordswithloveee · 1 month

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timberfigure · 7 months

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I have always loved people in a way that would allow them to tear me apart. it took me far too long to realize I should stop loving people who are willing to do that to me.

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nongiftedpoet · 1 month

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How does a poet become… a poet?

And what makes a poem… a poem?

- nongiftedpoet

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nichohnedich · 9 months

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you didn't say goodbye and part of me believes that means you are coming back

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missnarcissistsworld · 11 months

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In the depths of my being, a tempest roars, Rage, an inferno that consumes and soars. A storm of emotions, turbulent and wild, Unleashing fury, an untamed child.

With fiery eyes and a heart ablaze, Rage courses through me, in myriad ways. It's the thunderous crackle in my voice, The searing passion, my soul's own choice.

A symphony of anger, notes piercing the air, Rage, a primal force that I dare not spare. It fuels my spirit, ignites my will, A burning energy I cannot still.

In the chaos of rage, I seek clarity, To rise above the fury, with integrity. To temper the flames, find balance within, And let rage be a catalyst, not just a din.

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bibliophilliqueee · 10 months

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feral-harvest · 1 month

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— Carolina Outcrop

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pencap · 30 days

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someone once told me there is no demon more frightening than a good man who has gone to war.

someone once told me the only things we get to choose are a hero's death or a villain's life.

so they said. so they said. so they say.

but no one ever told me what happens when a good man goes to war and becomes the demon.

but no one ever told me you can die a hero and be resurrected to a villain's afterlife.

- by sylvie (j.p.)

#spilled ink #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr #poetics #so the answer to #does this format still work?????????#is unfortunately a no #alas here it is again #this one i'm spitting out almost unedited #it's short and mostly a complete thought #this is pretty un-subtly bucky barnes right??#pencap drafts

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iambrillyant · 2 months

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“you’ve spent too much time mourning the ones you’ve lost, and spent too much energy reminiscing by the tombstones of old connections, instead of preparing yourself for the beautiful ones who are yet to come.”

— iambrillyant

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microclown · 8 months

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I've been stuck on viewing Maggie as Crowley's mirror, and for most of the show I like that interpretation. But once I started thinking of Nina as Crowley's Mirror in the ball scene specifically, I made a connection....

Aziraphale is playing God here. He has a vision- a happy romantic evening where people speak Victorian English, dress nicely, dance, and fall in love -and he wills everyone present to conform to his plan. But Nina doesn't conform. Nina feels like something isn't right. She asks questions.

She asks Aziraphale what's going on, why she doesn't feel sad when she knows she's sad, and Aziraphale doesn't give her a satisfactory answer. He tells her that the important thing is that she's here. She's here to play a role in his great plan. To dance in his ball.

So she expresses her concerns to Maggie. Maggie hadn't seen the issues at first, but she listens to Nina, and Nina gets her to acknowledge the absurdity of the situation just a little bit. Listen to their conversation at the dance again. It sounds SO MUCH like the conversations we've heard Crowley and Aziraphale have a thousand times during their 6000 year dance. Crowley calling out heaven, asking questions, trying to get Aziraphale to consider the absurdity of it all. Aziraphale mostly defending heaven, but listening, and sometimes acquiescing.

And this all falls in line with a point I've made before - In season 2, Crowley's relationship with Aziraphale begins to mirror his relationship with heaven. Aziraphale shows a pattern of not listening to Crowley the whole season, but especially in this scene. Crowley tries to ask him what is going on, and alert him to very real danger, but Aziraphale is dismissive. He is blinded by his desire to see his plan to fruition.

And just so we're clear, this is not an Aziraphale hate post. Rather, I think it might give us some insight into where God is coming from. Because Aziraphale's actions may be dismissive and controlling, but they are motivated by love. Misguided, certainly, but with all the best intentions. I have a feeling, when we finally meet God, it will be a similar story. And maybe both She and Aziraphale will learn that sometimes to love means to let go.

#keeping this post short because if I think about it too much I'm going to make myself sick #like how Maggie and Nina's conversation happens while dancing #and aziraphale and crowley have been having that same conversation and doing the same dance for 6000 years #it's so romantic and heartbreaking and poetic I think I might actually die #Also... think about how Lindsey broke up with Nina right before this scene #kind of like how heaven broke up with Crowley before the earth began fuck fuck fuk #and then Crowley yells at Nina to trust someone for once in her life like...#he knows nothing about her he's projecting SO HARD #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #gos2 #good omens meta #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #crowley #crowley x arizaphale #aziracrow #neil gaiman #go2 #maggie and nina #reposting slightly edited because I made a mistake the first time #thank you @tip-top-tickety-boo for pointing it out!

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silent-insanities · 6 months

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Will you still want me as time goes on?

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wordswithloveee · 1 month

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timberfigure · 5 months

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she told me i could do whatever i wanted to her, so i held her the way i longed to be held for years

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judas-redeemed · 9 months

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sometimes walking down the street is almost too much for me. there are children laughing and moms watching them clinging to this fleeting moment and elderly women telling each other to take it easy and praying they will both be gentle to themselves and teenagers going out and learning who they are and young couples looking for their first home together and older couples holding hands leaving what will be their last home together. the world is full of love and all of it is precious. the world is full of people and all of them are precious. what a beautiful thing it is to be a person

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