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danishacademia · 2 days
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33/365 - Pianist // Poster Everyday
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danishacademia · 11 days
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Writing prompt:
You went to cry in a cemetery so no one would bother you, but now someone else is coming to visit the same grave
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danishacademia · 28 days
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They say you die three times, first when the body dies, second, when your body enters the grave, and third, when your name is spoken for the last time. You were a normal person in life, but hundreds of years later, you still haven’t had your “third” death. You decide to find out why.
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danishacademia · 3 months
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Cozy autumn days🤎
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danishacademia · 5 months
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Peter
Never grow up, Peter If you do, you’ll be changed afterwards You’ll see the poor die in the dark And watch the homeless starve on their feet You’ll see the naked being undressed of their skin Never grow up, Peter Never grow up.
But if you do, start talking Because the world poisoned our minds Want to wait for the stars to flicker an answer? Put your feet on the ground And together we’ll fly up above the undeserved crowns They received purely because they are sons Never grow up, Peter Never grow up.
~ A. A. Roman
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danishacademia · 5 months
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When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What’s heaven to a woman’s love anyway? What’s God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that’s a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone’s right about us and we’re sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what’s God to a woman’s love anyway? What has heaven got that I can’t find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?
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danishacademia · 6 months
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-Kellie Elmore
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danishacademia · 8 months
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when hozier said "if im a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight" and when hozier said "no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her" and when hozier said "i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door" and when hozier said "heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i" and when hozier said-
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danishacademia · 8 months
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danishacademia · 8 months
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Come home someday
I promise, i won't tell anyone
We'll put the curtains on the windows
I'll show you my favourite small white flower
From my garden
And the walls that has witnessed
My childhood and adolescence
Come home someday
I promise, I won't tell anyone
We'll put the curtains on the windows
You can laugh at my infant photo on the frame
When worries were kept at the farthest place
And ask questions about that fluorescent star
On the ceiling, right above my bed
Come home someday
I promise, i won't tell anyone
We'll put the curtains on the windows
Wrap your hands around my waist
To pull me close
While I tell you some funny incident
From that one birthday
Come home someday
I promise, I won't tell anyone
We'll put the curtains on the windows
I'll serve you, my favourite tea
And watch you sip it through my tongue
And we'll talk about, how we want this for us
A house like this and a home like ours
Come home someday
I promise, i won't tell anyone
We'll put the curtains on the windows
And we'll just be fine
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danishacademia · 8 months
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Autumn
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danishacademia · 8 months
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from Tiny Beautiful Things, adapted for the stage by Nia Vardalos. 
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danishacademia · 8 months
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"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." -Oscar Wilde
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danishacademia · 8 months
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On the cusp of spring
Summer left us in the mid of July with austice
Rumbling sky with fireweed spreading their purple hue
Fall is so close, I can almost feel the breaths on my neck
The hydrangea outside my bedroom window is in bloom
I hope we knew we are in the good old days before we left them
Until the moment passed and life remained
And i fall for you, like the rain during fall
Laughing, crying, trembling, mumbling, i fall for you
All the street lights make the pumpkins more orange
Brighter than the golden crisp autumn sunlight
Soggy leaves litter the ground and drizzled drops on my overcoat
Fiddling with my shawl, listening to our melancholy
City half asleep in wilted amber lights
I hope we knew we are in the good old days before we left them
Until the moment passed and life remained
And i fall for you, like the rain during fall
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danishacademia · 10 months
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I tried to kill myself and could not finish what i started
The next morning was just like any other morning except for the fact that i did not wake up feeling tired or with the thought that i wanted to kill myself, i could not unkill myself.
The mango tree near my window shined bright enhancing the spider waves, my mom did not want to make the bed anymore because it had my lingering smell, she took my pillow and stared at it with no life in her eyes, my father sat there like he was never taught how to speak or see or feel or exist.
The next morning was just like any other morning, whatsapp flooded with texts about this and that and notifications from the person i love, he said, "Wake up kiddo" and i laughed, without feeling that my gut was being wrenched. I thought to myself, he doesn't know it yet, but eventually he will and think how stupid i am, but at least he will think about me. But i would not know if he'll slide my death news as any other notification and go on with his household chores because i have killed myself and i can no longer unkill myself.
The next morning was like every other morning, my house help came in just to realise a part of the house was missing. She did shed a tear or two, and went on with her work, because she has two children to feed , unlike my parents, who are left with nothing but unanswered questions and undivided rage. They must think, "who" did this to me without realising that it's "me", i did it to myself, i killed myself and i cannot undo it. I found a way out for myself where the voices are quiet and my love does not make me suffer.
A few friends would have killed me if they knew this is what i was thinking, but now they cannot, because i have killed myself and i cannot unkill myself. I laughed at them but then life went on, some of them cried for a while because they wanted answers. If they could just see it, that they already have the answers, because i have been saying it for a while, nobody could listen. There's a fine line between listening and hearing.
The next morning when i did not pick up the calls or reply to the memes, he got the news, i think he'll read the poems that i wrote for him or he'll just let it pass without putting much thought into it, i think he would notice my absence in college and in a few other ways or maybe he'll let it slip like the three hours that has been wasted on the lowest IMDb rated movie. I hope he thinks of me at times when i would want to unkill myself.
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danishacademia · 11 months
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When i feel cold
I keep you close
And if i could hold you
I'll take you home
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danishacademia · 11 months
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Pablo Neruda’s Writing Space in Chile
“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
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