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corruptedtwinks · 23 days
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my heart aches like some ugly thing, pointless hopefulness somehow hurts worse than no possibility at all
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corruptedtwinks · 2 months
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cringy edgelord art
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corruptedtwinks · 2 months
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wow man you’re so will toledo, alex g, bugs, rot, religious trauma, dog motif, canine poetry pilled
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corruptedtwinks · 2 months
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crane wives go crazy
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corruptedtwinks · 2 months
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"I'm just a dog with no bite" ok? what if I'm a dog with a bite history? what if I'm the dog who bit and left marks every time someone tried to leave? what if I'm the dog who looks scary but all I need is someone who will have the courage to love me?
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corruptedtwinks · 2 months
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I WISH THAT I’D BEEN BRAVE.
richard siken, crush // christopher healy, a hero’s guide to saving your kingdom // the amazing devil, ruin // j.d. salinger, raise the high roof beam // susan sontag, as consciousness is harnessed to flesh: journals and notebooks // claudia rankine, don’t let me be lonely: an american lyric // the avett brothers, i wish i was // frank bidart, the war of vaslav nijinsky // nicola toon, everything, everything
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corruptedtwinks · 2 months
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Tory Adkisson - Anecdote of the Pig /// Anne Sexton/Linda Pastan - The Poet Of Ignorance/Why Are Your Poems So Dark? /// Gregory Orr - Origin of the Marble /// Twenty One Pilots - Polarize /// Margaret Atwood - The Handmaid’s Tale /// Ernest Hemingway - The Complete Short Stories
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corruptedtwinks · 2 months
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Emily Palermo - I Don't Want To Be Quiet Anymore /// Bao Phi - Vocabulary /// ? /// Anaïs Nin - Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary /// Anna Akhmatova - Lamentation /// ? /// Lisa Marie Basile - I Put the Coffin Out to Sea /// ?
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corruptedtwinks · 3 months
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Ew radfems are reblogging my posts. Op is a tranny faggot, now get the fuck off my blog
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corruptedtwinks · 4 months
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goddamnit i miss her (the love of my life when i was young)
aka
sometimes losing a friend is the saddest thing ever
@/bloomingtrans on tumblr / trista mateer / anne sexton / unknown / unknown / the laughing man by st vincent / norwegian wood haruki murakami / unknown / ribs by lorde / us against you by fredrik backman / seven by taylor swift
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corruptedtwinks · 4 months
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Anne Carson, from Grief lessons: Four plays by Euripides.
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corruptedtwinks · 4 months
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Fadwa Tuqan, tr. by Mohammed Sawaie, from Tent Generations: Palestinian Poems; “At Allenby Bridge”
[Text ID: “Yes, my humanness bleeds, my heart / drips rancor, my blood is poison and fire.”]
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corruptedtwinks · 4 months
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[ plain text: I carry my grief the same way I do the floorboards from the house I grew up in. A part of me bigger than myself. A part of me that I can never replace with more of me. ]
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corruptedtwinks · 4 months
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on the cruelness of fifteen
@/petrichara // the shape of a girl, joan macleod // @/cowboyvamplikeme // fifteen, taylor swift
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corruptedtwinks · 4 months
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Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
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corruptedtwinks · 4 months
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corruptedtwinks · 4 months
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“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.”
Clare Harner.
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