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mossyrain · 2 years
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Time is of the Essence
They say
Time is of the essence.
That one thing
Or another
Is vitally important.
Quick actions and quick thoughts.
Time is of the essence.
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Reach for your pen and write
They say.
Pick up the pace and get stuff done.
Embrace the time you have,
With everything more complete.
Time is of the essence.
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To make things right,
Start by holding yourself high.
Take action in expressing
The true empathy time holds.
Keep writing till your brain has
Nothing left.
Time is of the essence.
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And although my bones are in fragments,
My stomach curdles,
And I hold all of this sorrow in me,
I understand that my body and mind needs time.
But,
Time is of the essence
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And although my body weighs me down
Like a rock thrown into the ocean,
Voices still repeat the same things;
Time is what you work around,
Time is everything.
Time is of the essence.
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And although my bones are crumbled,
And my soul is darkened,
I will glue back the pieces as
Quickly as possible.
Time is of the essence.
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I will take every shattered raw bone I have left
And put myself back together.
I will paint my blackened heart red again
So it will blend in.
Is this what you want?
Time is of the essence.
Tik.
Tok.
- unknown poet
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mossyrain · 2 years
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“My heart is a cathedral. Windows, ghosts and lovers sit and sing in the dark, arched marrow of me.”
- Segovia Amil (via the-hidden-dagger)
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mossyrain · 2 years
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“So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
- John Green, Looking for Alaska
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mossyrain · 2 years
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“Thomas Edison's last words were ‘It's very beautiful over there.’ I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.”
-John Green, Looking for Alaska
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mossyrain · 2 years
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Snowy days, cozy blankets, hot chocolate, and a movie by the fire.
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mossyrain · 3 years
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“I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility”
- adorability
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mossyrain · 3 years
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mossyrain · 3 years
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“This was a large wooden house, built in a fashion of which there are specimens still extant in the streets of our elder towns; now mossgrown, crumbling to decay, and melancholy at heart with the many sorrowful or joyful occurrences remembered or forgotten, that have happened and passed away within their dusky chambers.”
- Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, chapter 7
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mossyrain · 3 years
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“I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”
- John Green, Looking for Alaska
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mossyrain · 3 years
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Anyone else want to become a tree in a garden when they pass or is it just me?
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mossyrain · 3 years
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“I just want to wonder a thorn-covered castle by candlelight, write you love letters as a storm thunders outside, and drink red wine as I read poetry by the fire.”
- juneacademia
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mossyrain · 3 years
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I just want to own a little cottage in Scotland and take care of some cows, ducks, and a cat, living my best dark academia 𝑎𝑛𝑑 cottagecore life. Is that too much to ask for?
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mossyrain · 3 years
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“Running on tea, books, and the overwhelming urge to reinvent myself every couple of weeks”
- carpediemorsomeshiz
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mossyrain · 3 years
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“Honestly give me a thunderstorm, a gothic castle, some candles, a mesmerizing ball gown, a tragic love letter stained with tears and a knife strapped to my thigh, and I will be completely content for the next century or so”
- booksandothersecrets
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mossyrain · 3 years
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Hands painted red,
The memory is dead
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mossyrain · 3 years
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Runaways, forests, moss, mushrooms, folklore, stories, books, swords, and freedom.
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mossyrain · 3 years
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And then the moon kissed my forehead, and the sun whispered to me, “everything is alright, my darling, you just have to let it be.”
- daughter of the skies (p.b.)
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