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n o t h i n g-a creative piece by me
Sometimes it feels like there's
n o t h i n g
And sometimes I care
Sometimes I don't
I'm such a liar. Spouting poetry when I break down like it's going to do anything. Telling my parents things that will never be true. And my friends. It's like everything is scripted. Nothing I do is real. And is that how everyone feels? Or am I only hearing the echo of my own desperate shouts. I use the word desperate a lot in things I write. And echo. I think that I think I use it more than I do, because whenever I write down the word I feel strange. In a good way. It gives me a purpose sort of? Like...desperate. This is such nonsense I don't even know what I'm writing. Just so we're clear, I never know what I'm writing. When it comes, it just does, all at once. Except when it's
n o t h i n g. But I can live with nothing. Apparently people go insane when they have nothing to do but stare at white walls. I've never been all that into physical activity, and doesn't everyone think they're special, so probably maybe I'd be fine?? I like to think about what I'd do. I'd sing. Talk to myself about my characters. About my secrets. Things I feel that no one will ever know about. I wish someone did know. Maybe they'd say I was crazy?? Would that make it better? It might actually. Like...it's not as big as I'm making it out to be. Everything. Because sometimes there's just n o t h i n g and I can live with it but I'm not sure about it all the time. It gets to a point where you get hurt a lot then you get used to it. Except I haven't yet which sucks. Should I use the word sucks?? Who cares? I maybe put too much effort into the words I put down. Maybe I'll delete this before I even post it. What was even the point of this post in the first place. I'm okay, by the way, nothing to worry about, I'm just thinking. About something. The problem is...I can never think about
n o t h i n g.
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abbydjonesoffaerie · 2 years
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"Elaine recognized Lancelot in two heartbeats. The first beat was a rising one which faltered at the top. The second one caught up with it, picked is momentum from the crest of the wave, and both came down together like a rearing horse that falls."
-The Once and Future King by T. H. White
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sapphic-storm69 · 11 months
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Spiderverse thots
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what-iz-life · 25 days
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people need to understand that once you go through your worst time alone, you really don’t care who stays in your life anymore.
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words-at-night · 6 months
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ur-daily-inspiration · 3 months
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Beautiful from Ordinary Days
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beastwhimsy · 6 months
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some pieces I've done for my exhibition! do not repost or reupload without my permission. image descriptions in alt text
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magnetizeyourmoney · 2 months
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"The same boiling water that softens the potato hardens the egg. It’s about what you’re made of, not the circumstances.”-Unknown
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inkskinned · 7 months
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i love when words fit right. seize was always supposed to be that word, and so was jester. tuesday isn't quite right but thursday should be thursday, that's a good word for it. daisy has the perfect shape to it, almost like you're laughing when you say it; and tulip is correct most of the time. while keynote is fun to say, it's super wrong - i think they have to change the label for that one. but fox is spot-on.
most words are just, like, good enough, even if what they are describing is lovely. the night sky is a fine term for it but it isn't perfect the way november is the correct term for that month.
it's not just in english because in spanish the phrase eso si que es is correct, it should be that. sometimes other languages are also better than the english words, like how blue is sloped too far downwards but azul is perfect and hangs in the air like glitter. while butterfly is sweet, i think probably papillion is more correct, although for some butterflies féileacán is much better. year is fine but bliain is better. sometimes multiple languages got it right though, like how jueves and Πέμπτη are also the right names for thursday. maybe we as a species are just really good at naming thursdays.
and if we were really bored and had a moment and a picnic to split we could all sit down for a moment and sort out all the words that exist and find all the perfect words in every language. i would show you that while i like the word tree (it makes you smile to say it), i think arbor is correct. you could teach me from your language what words fit the right way, and that would be very exciting (exciting is not correct, it's just fine).
i think probably this is what was happening at the tower of babel, before the languages all got shifted across the world and smudged by the hand of god. by the way, hand isn't quite right, but i do like that the word god is only 3 letters, and that it is shaped like it is reflecting into itself, and that it kind of makes your mouth move into an echoing chapel when you cluck it. but the word god could also fit really well with a coathanger, and i can't explain that. i think donut has (weirdly) the same shape as a toothbrush, but we really got bagel right and i am really grateful for that.
grateful is close, but not like thunder. hopefully one day i am going to figure out how to shape the way i love my friends into a little ceramic (ceramic is very good, almost perfect) pot and when they hold it they can feel the weight of my care for them. they can put a plant in there. maybe a daisy.
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life-spire · 3 months
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abbydjonesoffaerie · 2 years
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"Even in that dark hour Beren and Lúthien returned, hastening from the west, and the news of their coming went before then like a sound of music borne by the wind into dark houses where men sit sorrowful."
- The Silmarillon by J. R. R. Tolkien
As I read Of Beren and Lúthien today, I wanted to share some of the beautiful lines. But, then I'd have to quote the whole chapter. Line after line filled with sadness, beauty, love, honor, and light shining out like stars in the night sky. How do you pick just one sentence to share? I settled on this one because I don't remember noticing it before. Another wonderful facet of rereading is seeing more and more each time you open the book.
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what-iz-life · 28 days
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normalize not forcing people to choose you. If someone thinks they can get better elsewhere – let them try. Respectfully.
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words-at-night · 7 months
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ur-daily-inspiration · 2 months
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delirium-mind · 8 months
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I miss the way I viewed the world before I knew too much about it
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