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wildlyplanted · 2 months
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Baseline: Joy
Life will surprise and shock us in both the best and challenging ways. 
What was true yesterday, may no longer be real today. What is unclear or distorted today, may be our truth tomorrow. 
Wisdom comes from both the highs and the lows, the joy and the pain that this ever-changing life brings.
In the thick of the lows and the pain, I try to remain hopeful, I try to create even the smallest ounce of happiness for myself, even if it's only for a brief moment, to remind me of what joy feels like, to give me energy to keep pushing so I can get back to that feeling as a baseline for how life should feel, for how I want to feel.
If you're currently going through a low or experiencing pain, or life just doesn't look the way you want or need it to, right now, I hope you find the energy to give yourself a slice of happiness. No matter how small, and I hope that bit of happiness gives you exactly what you need to keep going.
Where you can find me/how to contact me:
IG: wildlyplanted
YouTube: Wildly Planted (this is a work in progress, but I’m finding direction)
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hastyara · 2 years
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#newprose #newpoem #prosepoetry #prose #poetry #wordswordswords #words #wordsgram #deep #deepthoughts #deepmessage #loveprose #lovepoem #flowerphoto #thoughtsonpaper #thoughts #thoughtsinmyhead #deepthoughts https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdle7-kpXiv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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n-lesnikova · 10 months
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Медитативный ДЕКОР для интерьера
🧘🏻‍♀️ #МыслиНаБумагу
Meditative DÉCOR for the interior
🧘🏻‍♀️ #ThoughtsOnPaper
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hiddleschick · 1 day
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your damn pride
& your ego
can't let it be so
got to prove now so bad
that you're okay
gotta show you're not bleeding
and that you never were
but your floor's already stained,
a mosaic of hand-tempered glass;
like Sunday morning mass
sunbeams pierce through ruddy,
rouge panes
kissing your eyelids
it's all cherries & mint 'cause
nothing's changed
nothing
I grabbed that last ticket out
but you want me to see that
that freeway's done nothing but
sow cracks between
us,
a cold, unfeeling purgatory
crystalline, frozen
separates and divides
you're hell-bent for me
to accept your clandestine narrative
got to prove, got to keep up this bullshit charade
and the price of my healing
was just collateral
grab my head
hold open my eyelids
show me on white, static screens that you were always okay
and that
that's not changing
it's clear
the fantasy is more important to you
than the beauty we used to be
the make-believe
that you're peddling
that you need me so badly to see--
I resign.
Things could have been good but I got in the way
'cause I was dying, slowly first
then rapidly
like a crumbling stalk of Beachwood
hot-white and soft,
ash and embers
and the suffering,
the suffering
is all mine now
all mine
🕯 🥀 🔥 🕌 🍒 🎫 💋 🌬 ❄️ 🌊 📺 🦄
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#OriginalPoetry #OriginalPoem #LateNightPoetry #MyPoetry #SpilledInk #ScribbledThoughts #TherapeuticMusings #Moire #LiminalSpaceExpressions #CreativeWriting #ThoughtsOnPaper #ScribblingsNBibblings #BibblingsNScribblings #ScribbleSnippets #PotteredPoetry #PotteryPoems #GlazeBaking #Cracking #Ethereal #TakeMeToChurch #musingsofwriters
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docgoblynne · 3 years
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Having fun sketching. I am all about the Tesla way of prototyping in your head, but the feel of graphite on paper is electric. #SeanKDowney #SeanKDowney #FiveRaccoonsInAWizardCloak #5RWC #drawing #robots #thoughtsonpaper https://www.instagram.com/p/CQxGX97lI8o/?utm_medium=tumblr
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angelicheartsworld · 3 years
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Little thought on this Wednesday🖤🖤 . . . #iamwhoiam #iamafighter #iamaqueen #darkminds #darkmemes #thoughts #darkpoetry #darkpoets #thoughtsonpaper #thoughtsonwednesday #loveyourself #antisocial #darkfantasy #authorscommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/CMzc2byrvG8/?igshid=ap3hbp5p1ngw
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Thoughts on having an ex.
What a weird concept it is to have an ex (boyfriend in my case). For how long can you love someone so intensly? 
Having an ex... A person walking in this earth who knows all of your secrets, knows all of your hiding spots, yet ignores you. Someone who knows all there is to know about you and yet doesn’t talk to you. Someone who holds the map of your freckles but can’t love you now. Someone who memorized your smell and now smells someone else. Someone who learned your skin, every dimple, but choses not to be part of your life. 
I know I broke up with you and I left, but somehow it feels like it was the other way around.  
The idea of having someone you know is your person walking on the other side of the world not close to you at all is heartbreaking. Someone who you can’t wait to tell them abut your life but you can’t talk to anymore. Not knowing someone who was so close to you once. Not seeing physically the eyes that you see in your head 24/7.
I still remember your laugh, so high pitched when you were really cracking up. Like a child, so innocent and naive, but so present. Somehow your voice is so diluted now, I can’t remember it. But I sure remember the sound of you dragging your feet when you walked. And how you always held my hand when we slept, you always found a way to touch me all night so I knew you were there. 
I miss you so much, but I think I aways will. Now the thought of a stranger knowing how to break you and how to love you overwhelms me in such ways that leaves me breathless, paralized. 
I wonder how you are... I wanna tell you about my new boyfriend. 
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digitaltrizz · 4 years
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It feels good to let the pen talk, I thought my brain was going to spontaneously combust, I was about to stalk my own mind, because gratification was a must, now I don’t feel as ill cause this shit is too real; The pen loves me as I love it back, I stroke the paper like it’s a natural act, I play it safe as I replace the cap, I’m not tryin' to bust anyone’s head with too many facts, the encrypted words are the covers, while the pen and pad are the lovers, the ink, it serves as a tape recorder, to look back and reminisce of good, bad and bullshit, I can laugh, I can cry, or just sit back and think on this
© ItHasNoBody
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waveofmeaning · 4 years
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WHERE AM I?
The Pains of my past,
haunts me
The Pain of the Present,
holds me
The Fear of the Future,
terrifies me
I am standing still...
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wildlyplanted · 3 months
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Can We?
What if we cherished one another and spent time appreciating connection and tenderness, and celebrating what we've found in each other? Not forcing or restricting, instead, allowing it all to flow freely and naturally.
Where you can find me/how to contact me:
IG: wildlyplanted
YouTube: Wildly Planted (this is a work in progress, but I’m finding direction)
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rosedelei · 4 years
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20/03/20
Strange days. Uncertain times. taking a break, social distancing from my socials as well as people. getting a dose of perspective up in here.
the closer I get to that little universe inside me the less I panic, the more I trust. starting to really see how connected everything is and the knock on effect every action has.
feeling the collective frequency and trying to figure out what part of it is my contribution and where I am taking on fears and anxieties that aren't mine.
the air is so full right now and I can feel it in my chest, my heart says let it go. remember when nothing mattered except for what was right in front of you in every moment? your intuition already lives in the future and whispers softly everything you need to know, your job is to fully exist and breathe in the present so it has something useful to say.
I wish I had spent more time learning to grow gardens in the city, I wish I had researched how to purify the air in my home, I wish I never bought a phone.
These wishes are like the airplanes that used to pass over this city every hour of every day. the important thing is they do pass. as this too shall.
I wish I had traveled more. I will remember next time.
Now is a good time as any to really hone my craft, I want to be one of those artists whose art finds those rare souls that don't often get to feel understood. I want to connect those specific dots.
I want to be a yoga queen bending my body like rules, getting comfy in the fresh new perspectives of every pose.
I want to eat healthy and take care of my temple more than ever, God give me the fucking strength because a part of me is so damn addicted to trash. 
I want to talk less and only when needed.
maybe now is a good time to practice being more kind and understanding to myself and others.
I want to spend more time living breathing and bathing in love. I will start now.
I love dancing
I love music
I love the spiritual universe surrounding me
I love the feeling of a summer breeze
I love a good trip
I love melancholy
I love animals , humans too
I love nature; flowers, trees, rivers, oceans, mountains, sunrises and sunsets, meadows, and forests   
I love science
i love magic
I love when people's judgments don't bother me at all
I love the mystical world of my dreams
I love speaking from the soul
I love the Goosebumps on my skin when a moment is shared without words
I love words strung together to describe a complex feeling, the simplicity of how its done makes it even more magical
I love disappearing for a while to spend time in my essence
I love singing
I love when all I have are the things I need and nothing more.
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n-lesnikova · 8 months
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Meditative DÉCOR for the interior
🎶 #ThoughtsOnPaper
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shoot1999 · 5 years
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Sooner or later, we realize that taking a “risk” matters. Because regret is venomous, and it’s not worth carrying on your shoulders. - - - - #singaporelife #therailway #sunnydays #thoughtsonpaper #quotesoftheday #wednesday #2019 #later . . . . . . . . . . . (at Bukit Timah railway station) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxwqcKGBPP7/?igshid=gsct0or95v6t
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lovelybouquettree · 6 years
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I can't describe it, I don't have the words. All I can say is that there is pain and hurt and sadness; a lot of sadness. But then sometimes there is joy and love and hope. Like there are two different souls in one body.
But there is only enough room for one.
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