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bluemartiann · 5 months
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Not always, but there are moments when I'd like to belong.
Somewhere. To someone.
– Rune
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eggsdoodz · 10 months
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i love love <333
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i dig his earnest soul & neglected middle child vibes. he's so Charming and for what reason!
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decisions-at-3am · 3 months
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How cruel it is, To have so much love. And no one To give it to.
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knbpoetry · 3 months
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I was running on empty
Trying to fill your cup
I gave you all I had before
You gave us up.
I never asked for anything
Except for love and loyalty
But you gave less than one to me.
-K.N.B.
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sfsolstice · 2 months
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if you look hard enough, you'll see love in simple things:
getting up early for coffee; a free sticker with each drink; an iced latte not-too-sweet; excitement for your new glasses; video game talk in the car; an everything morning shower; heaven by mitski; a plan for sushi lunch; afternoon coffee; slowly becoming a regular; oat milk and the barista's favorite; the collected poems of emily dickinson; the myth of sisyphus; fragments of; one line poetry; bad poetry; heartfelt poetry; poetry with shit structure; but it meant something; to someone somewhere; because it was made with love you know; so of course it means something;
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greenwrites · 7 months
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Franz Kafka , Letters to Felice
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mattastr0phic · 4 months
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They made you the villain, does that mean your victory is their bad ending?
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dreamingdreamin · 2 months
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Brown eyes that mirror thoughts; eyes that round up when intriqued, eyes that close to almost a slit when playful, eyes that sparkle with mischief even before the words come out of her mouth.
I play along when she has a joke in mind, she doesn't know her eyes are giving it all away. The way her lips curl up and the way her nose crinkles, the way her voice carries her intent- light and full of laughter. She doesn't know i've spent years learning her and can read her through and through.
Here she comes, those coffee powder eyes with twinkling lights beneath it. Here she comes and starts with "Hey have you heard. . ?" Here she comes and there's happiness in my blood, it's going all around.
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News of Caesar's death breaks like a storm. Octavius' face twists with rage and pain. Dimly, you recall a seer warned How far he'd go if he were not restrained:
The Tiber red with blood at his command, Your hands forever stained by what you do, The brick of Rome's great temples turned to sand, And then to marble, city born anew.
Now, if ever, turn aside those wars, Bring out his better nature. But your heart Grieves when he grieves, soars as his heart soars, Resigns yourself to play your bloody part.
Villain or hero matters not to love. You'll leave the judgment to the gods above.
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one day i’ll find somebody to build a home with, one with no explosive rage in slammed cabinets or quiet anger in the walls that leaves a lingering pain. our kids will fake disgust when they see us kissing and laughing in the kitchen while making breakfast but when they’re 17 and experiencing a love that looks less than ours, they’ll know when to leave.
n.g. // i didn’t see this type of love growing up and as a result i let a man ruin me
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bluemartiann · 2 months
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I can’t write
I haven’t in a while
All I do is torture my mind
And save my heart
I distract
And fall apart
I see then sleep
And feel,
My feelings are something I put on the left burner,
Every morning when I’m making myself
A cup of tea.
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fwonyoung · 2 months
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intricate-ritualz · 5 months
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Robert Pattinson: Patron Saint of Queer Boyhood
How Strange Is It to Be Anything at All
(A poem based on a YouTube comment) ⬇️
Dear fellow Twilight fans,
I am here to let a secret free.
It used to be curled up inside my rib cage, asleep, right next to my heart.
It used to sleep peacefully, it used to ache dully.
But it’s grown fitful.
It can’t quite keep quiet anymore, it growls and thrashes, threatens to travel up my esophagus
and escape from between my two lips.
Oh, fellow members of Team Edward,
my secret heard Britney Spears’ “Criminal,” it saw kitty_twilight_girl💜’s breathtaking edit,
and it fell in love.
Maybe something is wrong with me.
I have no pink diary with a lock and key to confess my blood drained secret to, and certainly no glitter gel pens to get my point across.
No best girl friend to giggle to about how absolutely head over heels I am for tall, pale, and handsome. And certainly no sleepover under the covers with a flashlight to get my point across.
For I am a boy.
A boy with a YouTube account and a terrible secret.
A boy who is in love with Edward Cullen.
A boy who could treat Edward better than that bitch Bella ever could.
A boy who will surely be punished.
Thou shalt not lie with mankind as with womankind: it is abomination.
But has anyone ever thought to ask…
what about vampirekind?
How strange is it to be a boy who is in love with Edward Cullen, how strange is it to be anything at all.
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Dear fellow Batman fans,
I am here to make a confession.
A confession to you,
a confession to myself.
I never thought there would ever be a confession more terrifying than the one I had to make to my dad last summer, my dad with his furrowed brow and his meticulously ironed button-up shirts and his shiny silver cross.
I was wrong.
I hit his shiny silver car’s window with a fly ball. The window shattered. I was sure our relationship would follow suit.
Miraculously though, it held together.
Barely.
But oh, fellow members of Dano Nation,
upon hearing Ayesha Erotica’s “Emo Boy,” and seeing danoz.boytoy’s stunning edit,
I have fallen in love.
But unlike danoz.boytoy, I do not want Bruce Wayne to “dick me down.”
(Their words, not mine.)
I want to brood, I want to punch, I want to smear my eyelids with black liquid anger.
But I cannot.
For I am a girl.
A girl with a TikTok account and a terrible secret.
A girl who would make a better Batman than that bitch Robert Pattinson ever could.
Something is definitely wrong with me, and I will surely be punished.
I had to pay for the broken window, but there is no amount of money that could buy my father’s understanding. I mean, how could anyone possibly understand that
I
am
Batman.
How strange is it to be girl who is Batman, how strange is it to be anything at all.
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hawkeyeslaughter · 4 months
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by far my stupidest mash headcanon is that whenever after!mash hawktrap meet someone and they ask how they met they explain and then hawkeye gets to the part where trapper leaves and embellishes the hell out of it ,, he’s like “ he left without leaving a note ,, i thought i was never gonna see him again … “ he does this bit every single time and trapper hates it .
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knbpoetry · 2 months
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I loved you 🖤
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