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sageandscorpiongrass · 7 months
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I think I hate my father.
The Sun is Also a Star, Nicola Yoon | Woodtangle, Mary Ruefle | pinterest comment | Anatomy of Cat and Dog Skeletons, William Cheselden (quote unknown) | Father, The Front Bottoms | I'm the Villian in his history., Nat (Oh Fathers, Key Ballah) | @/inkskinned on tumblr | Thomas Builds-the-Fire, Smoke Signals, Sherman Alexie | no children art print, Rainboon | Untitled, Franz Wright | Franz Kafka in a letter to his father | Seventeen Going Under, Sam Fender | Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong, Ocean Vuong (from Night Sky With Exit Wounds)
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basilpaste · 1 year
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Love isn't the sacrifice, it's the act of giving.
letters from medea, salma deera | giovannis room, james baldwin | all i ask of you, phantom of the opera | because dreaming costs money my dear, mitski | water lilies claude monet | bittersweet, rumi | in case you dont live forever, ben platt | quote by sade andria zabala | photo by leonardo papèra | the rockrose and the thistle, the amazing devil | radio silence, alice oseman | this is how you lose the time war, amal el-mohtar
a silly little web weave based on perrie.
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eternaloptimistsphere · 2 months
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you are the result of the love of thousands
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nashira · 6 months
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fireflies by owl city / @.petfurniture / read my full poem here
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lakesloverboy · 7 months
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on hope and simple days.
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softsweetwhispers · 30 days
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In the beginning, things were different. 
I wanted to spend every second of my tedious days with you, wanted to make the tunnel vision I was witnessing real, wanted to prove to you that I could be everything you wanted when you were the same for me. My love for you grew under my nails and in my ribs and pounded through my heart with every love-addled beat. I used to see you in every face that passed by, whisper wishes of our union during every 11:11 and on the wind-lifted beauty of dandelion seeds. I spent my afternoons ripping up flowers and whispering he loves me, he loves me not, while beautiful yellow butterflies, what I’d convinced myself were sure omens of my love for you, fluttered around my head and hands. 
It was soft. It was simple. It was what I wanted. What you wanted. What I thought we wanted – what we both wanted.
Or I had thought. 
Now, it’s not the same. Being with you no longer means what it used to. Navigating what you’ve allowed me to have has taken careful consideration. You’re faltering, unsteady terrain takes cautious treading, something that’s hard to do when I’ve worked myself raw trying to make myself smaller for you. You’ve given me a lot of things — the bags under my eyes, the shakiness of my resolve, the relenting of my unrelenting. But one thing you never gave me was what it is you’re looking for. In my attempts, I crushed my soul in the space between my bones and made me easier to hold, easier to handle; it was only ever for you. In the effort of clambering over myself, I lodged my shoe in my rib. There’s a bruise there now, in the shape of your handprint, darkening into a garish purple. You may not have delivered the blow, but it wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for you. 
It didn’t turn out how I imagined it would, of course not; it never does. Still, I thought you’d be different. I didn’t expect you to hurt me like they did, and now that you have, I’m not sure I have the strength to take a step back. I’ll let gravity push my soles into the Earth and use it as a tether to you. I’ll follow you around, even as my own insecurities and inability to understand leaves seeds of doubt to grow. 
Was it all just a ruse? Did the thousands of wishes mean nothing to you? Was the time I spent just a waste? Did you place a cruel spark of hope in me only so you could watch it burn out?
Did you ever really love me? Does it even matter?
After all, it’s not like I’ll leave you; you’ve got me exactly where you want me, trapped in your unmistakably kissable maw, seducing me only to spit me out again, shaking and dependent and scared. The little girl who sat in that field too big for her, using all her afternoons to pray for love in the hot grass. I’d tell her now if I could, how much of a waste of time it all is. 
Whether he loves you or not, I’d say, you get to have him. It’s just different, not what it used to be. Not what I wanted. Not what you wanted.  Not what I thought we wanted — what we both wanted. And now I’m paying for it.
| k. - @nosebleedclub march prompts, xxi. clamber.
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joshatchurch · 11 months
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unrequited love hidden behind a relationship of rivalry
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ineedibuprofen · 9 months
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cool about it, boygenius // i don't want to hear any good news or bad news, elisa gabbert // ana mendieta // this post, @inkskinned // drowning sailor, jack nichols // you are jeff, richard siken // everything i wanted, billie eilish
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rosealouette · 2 months
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ credits! all quotes are from "woesome is clarissa" by rose alouette nightingale. photos: the three graces by edmund thomas parris, conversation in the garden by oliver rhys, un bouquet de fleurs by pierre paul leon glaize, a painting by auguste toulmouche.
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poetryorchard · 9 months
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hello friends! this friday, we'll be reading + writing about grandparents, elders, and memories from our childhood.
while this workshop centers grandparents, you are invited to join even if you're not close with your own grandparents or blood relatives at all! it's going to be a sweet time where we share memories with each other and preserve them in writing 🥰
sign up here!
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hipofrenia1968 · 3 months
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Love, On Its Way Out.
Two Week Notice, Leanna Firestone | Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines, Pablo Neruda | Conversations Over Sanguinaccio Dolce, I.B. Vyache | Seaside Improvisation, Richard Siken | I never went to that movie at 12:45, Dolly Lemk | In a Dream You Saw a Way To Survive, Clementine von Radics | Quote by Kate McGahan | Pillow Thoughts, Courtney Peppernell | Bluets, Maggie Nelson
(This isn't prompted by my real life so much as it is my love for that first song and also. blorbos.)
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basilpaste · 1 year
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On Love As An Ending.
Mary Oliver, Dogfish | Hozier, Like Real People Do | Etel Adnan, The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage | Joseph M. Martin, The Awakening | Richard Siken, War of the Foxes | Mary Oliver, Dogfish (Cont.) | Hadestown, Flowers | Julian Gough, End Poem | Mary Oliver, I Worried | The Altogether, Goodbye | Everybody's Worried About Owen, To: Myself In Colorado | Emily Palermo, What I Could Never Confess Without Some Bravado
fine fine the poetry blogs in my notes win, ive made another web weave.
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eternaloptimistsphere · 2 months
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but i feel the dynamite in you
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goodnessandgrief · 1 year
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Michael Cunningham, from The Hours (1998) / @gay-hamlet on Tumblr / @tieflinggay on Tumblr / Anna White, Mended: Thoughts on Life, Love, and Leaps of Faith / Tim Kreider, "I Know What You Think of Me"
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lakesloverboy · 7 months
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