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kotaromita · 2 months
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she hit me with her car
it got me spittin' bars
she said make that thang shake
i said uh uh no way
my homies try'na bone
they blowin' up my phone
my cat is on my lap
i suck at freestyle rap
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kazeofthemagun · 3 months
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[Spotted this on an unrebloggable post, but this just makes me think of Kaze. And mid-show Kaze at Kumo.]
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lionsocks · 2 years
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The perfect trinity of drivers has been completed
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cherryredmarlene · 3 months
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i’m in my theater era now
but not as in i am starting acting because i am a writer and can only do that in the safe vicinity of my room where the only audience is my cat
as in i crave to see a play every single evening, as in i am desperate for the act of being told a story by people who move physically before me and as in i love sitting in plush velvet seats while the course of human life gets reenacted in front of my eyes
the minutes beforehand sitting at the bar and drinking wine in your cheap fake fur coat, the minutes after where you’re in a stunned daze because art is able to do that and the minutes driving home where you suddenly remember everything and you gush about the costumes and the light and the movements of the actors hands with your companion
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gnzma · 2 months
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im sorry i'm TCG brained
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[ oh my god ]
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Almost two years later, our first campaign came to an end tonight, and what a fitting end it was! It's been such a fun time with these three characters and the world we played in. This will certainly be the first of many.
I'm excited for the next one as we bring a new friend permanently to the digital table and explore a new world together. I can't wait for all the fun D&D adventures ahead!
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riannosaurus · 11 months
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she shot tears into my heart
like arrows,
and after I bled,
she handed me the bow,
framing me for my own assault.
And for too long,
I believed her.
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henrick-at-large · 1 year
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“You are the muse of which beauty tries to mimic”
INSTAGRAM REELS COMMENTS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE BRINGING ME TO TEARS RN.
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thegothicviking · 2 years
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"Schwarz" (Rammstein) English translation
I go to rest before the night (to rest)
I cover myself with melancholy
The bright world does not want to make me happy
(I) Must enrapture myself with darkness
It's the pregnant night
Who makes us ecstatic to be sinners
Commandments that we ignore
Can't see anyone in the dark (/Can't be seen by anyone in the dark)
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The night is beautiful (beautiful, beautiful)
I don't want to go to sleep
[Refrain]
'Cause whenever I'm lonely
I'm drawn to the dark
(The) sun's death is my pleasure (my pleasure, my pleasure)
Always when it gets dark
The soul gets lost in lust
The cold night is my pleasure
Drink the black in deep drafts (drink)
[2nd Verse]
Has the day crept into the moon?
A fever rises in our bones
And no prayer and no candles
Feign light in our hearts
The daylight is not a loss
The night holds many (to) her breast
Drinkers, whores and conspirators
Belong to the shadows
[pre chorus]
The night is beautiful (beautiful)
[Refrain]
Whenever I'm lonely
I'm drawn to the dark
(The) Sun's is my pleasure (my pleasure, my pleasure)
Always when it gets dark
The soul gets lost in lust
The cold night is my pleasure
Drink the black in deep drafts (drink)
(drink')
[Refrain]
'Cause whenever I'm lonely
I'm drawn to the dark
(The) Sun's death is my pleasure (My pleasure, my pleasure)
Always when it gets dark
The soul gets lost in lust
The cold night is my pleasure
Drink the black
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bbyd0llb · 1 year
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after such a long time back on tumblr..i dont know why. maybe so i can share my poetry and my insane mind.
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//"I choose to Love you in silence…For in silence I find no rejection, I choose to love you in loneliness…For loneliness no one owns you but me, I choose to adore you from a distance…For distance will shield me from pain, I choose to kiss you in the wind…For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams… For in my dreams, you have no end." -Rumi//
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College Bar
I made new friends last night, as one does, but only after four rumplemint shots and three whiskey sours to curb my anxious nature.
I held a girl’s hair back as she threw up, her hair was the most gorgeous shade of chestnut, and listened to her sob over a guy that clearly didn’t deserve her.
I reconnected friends after separation, they looked like they could have been sisters in another life, and laughed when they spun each other around while hugging.
I got two drunk people water when they couldn’t stand to do so themselves, they told me how they went to the boyfriend’s dad’s funeral earlier that day and were trying to drown it all out, and they smiled so wide it crinkled their eyes when they saw I had the bartender add cherries to the water.
I floated around like a ghost trying to make everyone happy because my own happiness, even when drunk, is purely reliant on the happiness of those around me.
And when the night came to a close and my best friend is driving half of our friend group home, I watch the people I met slowly trickle out of the college bar.
I rest my head against the car’s backseat window and hope they end up okay, that they get home safe and get a good night’s sleep.
I hope whatever drove them to drink as much as they did, they were drinking like they were fish that fell out of an aquarium and every cup was water, doesn’t haunt them in the morning.
You’ll meet all kinds of people at a local college bar.
Some frat guys hoping to get laid, girls just hoping for a night of fun, people hoping they can forget the week they just lived, people hoping a broken heart doesn’t last until the next weekend.
And each one deserves to be cared for in the most gentle manner.
After all, if I was in any of their shoes, I’d hope a ghost with winged eyeliner would help me out too.
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rosiersthrone · 9 months
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The more the layers of my person fall, revealing me bare for a lover, the more they realize I am just a temporary stop. Practice. A liar who makes them believe I am a trial and will let them have anything without consequence. But each time there is a consequence and it leaves me aching endlessly. I am tired. I want to rest in her arms. I do not deserve how open they are for me. I don't want to damage her heart, or her hands when she does hold me. I wish we did not care for each other but I would do unspeakable things to keep her attention on me, occasionally. I want her to look at me with her eyes closed. Love is hard. It feels like a curse.
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dollface1stblog · 9 months
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I love the city I come from, I ran away because of my own personal issues I never had issues I couldn’t handle in Hamilton.
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heungmins · 1 year
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Sonnet 130 outsold
i reference sonnet 130 and 18 the most and they are beautiful in completely different ways
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