#self writings | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

acronychalwitch · 7 months

Text

I'm filled with a desire for clarity and meaning with a world and condition that offers nothing.

- Albert Camus, The Myth Of Sisyphus

#albert camus #the unabridged journals of sylvia plath #the myth of sisyphus #aesthetic #dark academia #yearning #art #pinterest #quotes #dark acadamia aesthetic #self writings #beautiful

300 notes · View notes

sulasnsleep · 2 months

Text

“and when i grow old and tired, do not leave me. hold me, hold my heavy soul, and rock me until the sun sets and the air turns crisp.”

— sulasnsleep

87 notes · View notes

libraalynn · 8 months

Text

#positivevibes #positivemindset #strong #growth #beautiful #spiritualgrowth #spiritualhealing #spititual #self love #self respect #self care #self worth #self healing #self writings #self knowledge #self confidence #self improvement #self work #self help

57 notes · View notes

goddess-luna420 · 10 days

Text

🩶~Lie to me again like you do so well,

Tell me the sweetest of things even though they don’t mean a thing to you,

Look me in the face tell me all things you know I wanna hear just to keep me near to you ,

You keep playing my mind like this,

Not caring about the damage you cause with this,

Not caring how you put my heart thru this,~🩶 by me.. (photo also by me)

#poetry #spoken poetry #self love #self writings #qoutes #photography #art #love quotes #lovers #love #heartbreak #depresso #Spotify

7 notes · View notes

thecomplexgirl · 2 years

Text

The aura of yours is so divine, that even the wind around me yearns to call you mine...

92 notes · View notes

thefacelessmanner · 2 years

Text

I don’t think you understand my greed to be loved. My greed to love. If there is one thing i’d give up my whole life for, is to be felt, to touch, to love, to be loved. You don’t understand the banished child in me. You do not understand the child in me that’s still yearning for a sweet caress filled with love in a room alone. you won’t understand, you won’t understand my greed to change the perspective of this yearning child in me.

My greed to be loved, comes with the accomplishment of loneliness. My 10 year old self, is still crying in me. via @thefacelessmanner

124 notes · View notes

kathi-tanenbaum · 16 days

Text

Pretty Strange

At the first impression I knew who you think I am. I am different from every girl you've met,

you're like every man. Complimented my taste in music: Liking The Smiths and Radiohead. Recommended me your favourite movies, as if i didn't know Wes Anderson. The way I dress reminds you of Summer or a girl from an indie film named after a some flower: Character developement for him. Invited me to your place to connect two precocious souls and I saw right through your plans with every interlectual conversation. By way of sharing the same interests and bonding over never fitting in, you thought you'd get into my pants. Start the connection with our skin. If I went and got undressed would I still be a girl who reads poe? Cool girl, no strings attached now I lead you on and am a hoe? When looking at my body, you claimed to finding my soul. Plead me as something special, but i'm just another hole. From our first meeting could see through your campaign. But being tormented for my weidness, I admired being pretty strange.

#original poem #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #self writings #self written #writers and poets #manic pixie dream girl #500 days of summer #ramona flowers #the smiths #radiohead #weird girl

3 notes · View notes

xoxoccarol · 8 days

Text

what if you get better but that better isn’t in time for me what if you’re only better for the next woman that you see

something about taxis lights suddenly on why can we only appreciate someone once they’re fully gone

what if you get better and that makes me feel worse? is that still love then? if jealousy hides next to the lip gloss in my purse

because i’m disappointed you’re not the person i created in my head and i trusted too deeply before i saw where that trust led

so i went back to god said “just let me see what could have been true” i don’t require much please just one more dream of you

and suddenly i wake up guess i fell asleep in your car but we haven’t moved much the road doesn’t go very far

and there’s caution signs everywhere stop lights detour to see at the very end of the scenic road there’s a person

wait, that’s me.

and she opens up the car door blows a kiss to the man inside tells me to get the hell out of my imagination which to me has always lied

and i tell her “but we’ll be stranded there’s no one else who will come” she says ‘stop being so dramatic i promise you he’s not the one’

and i’m dumbfounded on a dirt road “what do you mean? what do you know?” ‘you really think your soulmate would risk letting you go?

‘what if your better is not the best that you could be?

what if him getting better is just a deflective block you chose to see?

because none of this is for you

a hard truth to swallow would you still be proud of your footsteps if all of your future daughters were to follow?

because if you stay with him they won’t even exist the dream life that you’ve been working for of none of this will consist

and you’re so stubborn and set on a rose mixed into cement if your dream man were to hurt you don’t you think he’d at least repent?’

and then she gets into a car that i’m too anxious to drive “when do you grow out of the person you became just to survive?”

and she starts driving so fast i feel nauseated by the speed the roof of the car folds down ‘a day with me that’s what you need’

and her hair flows so freely her smile brightens the sky ‘this is who you could be if you let yourself say goodbye’

but i try to turn back she turns at the corner we pass a sobbing version ‘well, i tried to warn her’

and the laugh she unleashes is so free of worry ‘i’ll go back for her eventually but some lessons even i can’t hurry’

and then in a second without knowing what or how she parks, throws me the keys

‘this is your life now

because what if you got better and the time was right for me what if you were loved for more than just the woman you’ve settled to be’

#breakup poem #literature #love #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #thoughts #writers on tumblr #writing #self love #self care #self wound #self written #self writings #alone #i don’t need you

5 notes · View notes

aynrandstillhassomethingtosay · 1 month

Text

"I don’t know why you think you can climb over these walls again, I’m not a castle with a drawbridge and moat - to let them down again and again for you to attack me. For you to find my newly opened windows, and seed your bullets through them again. To stock pile your ammunition, your worlds of hate and dirt you savour with me alone, in the name of love. I’m not letting my walls down again. I don’t need your love. Take back your armies now."

3 notes · View notes

acronychalwitch · 9 months

Text

Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.

- Haruki Murakami

#haruki murakami #norwegian wood #kafka on the shore #aesthetic #dark academia #pinterest #yearning #art #dark acadamia aesthetic #quotes #self writings #selfwrote

118 notes · View notes

sulasnsleep · 9 months

Text

“i do not recall the taste of love. i remember being fed poison and told it was sugar.”

— sulasnsleep

84 notes · View notes

itschristinahanson · 1 year

Text

First post is up on Story & Teller! Please drop a ♥︎ if you enjoyed it. I know it's totally random, totally unwarranted honesty, but I hope it inspires you to embrace your own quirks, too.

Let your freak flag fly! 🏁

#nonfiction #personal writing #writing #writeblr #writerblr #writing inspiration #creative writing #writing community #bloggers #self improvement #self writings #self worth #substack #author #writer things #writers on tumblr #writerscorner #writerslife #writers and poets

14 notes · View notes

ikshaam · 10 months

Text

Spare me ,

Death,

Oh I have to live,

To witness the dawn, when light touches my lovers skin, when he snuggles around the pillows, still tired from the pain this world inflict on him ,still mesmerizing from the desire of being the man, Oh how I wish to write it all, all with my heart and soul, the beauty of a man that he is,

Spare me, death, For I have to live ,

To witness the bloom of his favourite flowers, his favourite flowers tucked behind his ears, how magnificent, the glory, oh almighty I wonder, if you created him to compensate for the misery in your world,

Spare me, pain, for I have to suffer

To witness the withering of his favourite flowers, for flowers die if they are plucked, doesn't matter how full of life they may look tuck behind his ears, for no matter how beautiful, my man is a man afterall, he has to be away for wars, I will never know,

For I have to suffer, to witness those wars, the withering of love, to realise death played games, for man was just a pawn, how the glory of a man will fall to sleep, only to rise shadows of fear in smoke,

Oh please spare me, death

For I will die,

Will I ever recognise my man among the shadows that fight,for my man is gentle like flowers, I don't see him fighting in the wars, he looked a child of fairies, with wings that fall to ruin, for he had wars to visit, my heart still beats to his whisper and moans, I cannot recognise the screams

Oh spare me the misery,

For I am going blind,

All I ever saw "my mighty lovee" and now I cannot open my eyes, the tears are not anymore here, I bleed I don't cry,

Spare me misery, for I am going deaf,

All I ever heard was "my delicate man" and now it's just noise, coming from inside me, louder than the screams of thousands of shadows, I shattering faster than their cities and their countries,

Oh spare my poor soul, for it will vanish soon

Pc: Pinterest

#poetsandwriters #love poetry #i love him #heartbreak #soft academia #young poets #poetry #self writings #self written #love quotes #romantique #romantic #relationship #romance aesthetic #aesthetic #long reads

7 notes · View notes

dustypagesblog · 2 years

Text

The rain depicts every human emotion. It cries along with you in sadness, it roars and bursts out when you're angry, and it smiles upon you through little droplets of happiness, tickling you with mischievous drizzle.

31 notes · View notes

thefacelessmanner · 2 years

Text

The biggest misconception man could ever have is to look at life as though it’s hard. to look at something as though it’s hard to do. to achieve. to love. to accept. But once our kind understands that what is within is without, to understand that if it looks easy to you in your perspective, it always will be easy. We tend to complicate things because we believe that we don’t deserve certain things, and emotions. But there is no such thing as hard, or tough, or impossible. If you are living within, if you have mastered the art of living in your own body, if you know that there is a world you created in your mind, a world you love in your imagination, and accepting it as your world, as something you deserve, something kind, a life that fits you well. a life within you, your universe! you will feel alive. you will live. truly. fully. gently.

at the end of the day, you are the universe, and it is all about perspective. via @thefacelessmanner

29 notes · View notes

kathi-tanenbaum · 28 days

Text

Crimson lover

You're my personal heaven, but all wolves howl to the same moon. You've got a taste for blood, but i'm not the only one you consume. Got addicted to your bit marks now all they do is brouse. Leave some nasty scars but at least they remind me of you. And the wall you put between us, I won't break it down. Paint it your favourite colour, while wearing your cherished gown. You said you like red: Watch me bleeding out! For your insane blood lust, I'll turn my self inside out. My castel is crumbling. Will you linger in my ruin? My cheeks are growing hollow. Your love's the only thing I'm consuming. When you stabbed me in the back, you somehow still missed my heart. The source of my love you see as the source of my blood. The way to my heart is just another fresh vain. Come on, give in your lust! You've already caused me too much pain. So suck the red of my lips! Maybe than you finally can put your arms around my hips, stop playing your stupid games. now that i'm a vampire like you. Make me crave red,

instead of feeling blue.

#original poem #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #self written #self writings #writers and poets

3 notes · View notes