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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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characters who could get absolute shit kicked out of them and still be fine but the moment someone touches or handles them gently, boom. They be like like "i'm gonna get shattered into pieces now, thanks:)" >>>

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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i don't want to be edgy, self deprecating and mundane, that shit gets old. That destroys the life.

i want to be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I want to appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way i've dwelled on all the little things that upset me.

#cottage aesthetic #light academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #poetry #poem #dark academia #academia aesthetic #poets on tumblr #romantic academia #literary work #new poets society #poets on poetry #philosophy #light academic aesthetic #soft girl #happylife #relatable memes #relatable

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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when you're listening to music and it suddenly fades out because you're getting a call,

Violence.

#classical music #music #cottage aesthetic #light academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #poem #poetry #academia aesthetic #dark academia #romantic academia #dark academia aesthetic #romantic literature #literature #love music #my music #peace #relatable #relatable memes #tumblr memes

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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behold, for i am not what i was couple pages ago

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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waves of introvert energy hitting me occasionally for months

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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i'm retreating to my inner world and i feel everything at once so mind numbingly intense but i'm also absolutely numb

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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Looking down at my city from a nineteen storied building, I see black, i see nothing but streetlights and windows shun like cosmos over the carcoal black nothingness.

However, when I walk the streets it is barely what I just witnessed.

Quite ironic how a seemingly lifeless picture can carry so much life, zeal, merry,.. chaos in it when looked up close.

Yet, we take leisure in admiring both the pictures. Why?

Also, I am back!

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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bliss is when someone i love finds bliss in me

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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*waking up in the morning, sitting on the bed for 10 minutes thinking about how tired I am*

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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Pretty, eh?

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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This is so amazing. Never have I ever saw someone write so accurately about how I feel. The beauty is that when I read something like this, something that recides within me but I haven't yet disclosed it, I panic. But this poem is peaceful. This is beautiful. Truly beautiful.

Remember.

I don't want to write about how you watch the sunset ,

How you look on an early Sunday morning,

The way you look like you're riding the grandest high.

I do not want to write about how the moon looked that night,

Or how it glimmered in your eyes.

I don't want to write about how you watch the leaves fall in autumn,

Or how you run out in the rain.

I don't want to write about how the snowflakes catch in your hair,

Or how compared to your beauty,

Spring's seems so plain.

I cannot write about such things.

I cannot visualise it for eternity.

I will always forget the colour of the sky, or the positions if the stars.

The picture is hazy in my mind,

A moment so long ago that went perfectly.

But I can remember how it remained in me,

I can write about that.

I can write about the sounds,

That were a song in my ears.

Of the breath we shared,

The feeling of you.

The scent of heady air.

I could taste the salty air of the beach,

While the sun shot through my closed eyelids.

Casting the world in red and gold,

I remember the way you were sticky from the water.

I remember the way to clung to me,

I remember that hold.

I can write about how you were warm,

How all your shuffling woke me up,

I remember that you made tea.

You were still half-asleep,

Your breath on my face was ruffling,

Your limbs brushing against mine were still lazy.

I can write about how you were fresh from the shower,

How your hair was silken and damp,

I can remember the whiff of your soap,

And the leftovers in the kitchen.

I remember how your voice was a broken plea.

I remember the feel of your skin,

And all the nothings you whispered to me.

I remember the fuzz of your sweater as we curled up by the fireplace,

The crackling of the logs,

The woodsmoke,

How you kept whispering of all the leaves,

All the colours.

I remember how you were damp and laughing,

And your voice so giddy with joy,

How you dragged me out,

To dance with you in the rain,

Leaving me no room for doubt.

How you pulled me into you,

And rubbed warmth into my arms,

How you gloved hand grasped my own,

How you smelt of the coffee you'd drank on the way home.

I remember the tangle of the flower you placed in my hair,

And the how your steps were lighter,

How your lips were sweet as honey,

The echoing of your voice as you softly sang.

I remember you.

Not the world,

Or where we were.

I remember not the sight,

But the feel of you.

I remember.

I remember it all.

And I shall never forget.

I will remember until the world falls.

-Lovebird.

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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Love, not lovers

I don't want to call you my lover.

Though we can cloud our thoughts with one another.

Shh, please don't say those words,

Can you just laugh and maybe share your poetries with me?

I don't want promises of staying forever, they are insignificant.

Just tell me indifferently how you see us together ten years from now

And, please don't write for me,

though you can read to me the classics under the willow tree.

For I fear commitment, and the idea of calling one's lover their halves.

You see, I want to love you with all my heart,

not in the context of duty, but because I intend to.

Maybe we can... get past the commitments,

And just look at each other with assurance.

And,

Let the eyes manifest

Let the eyes bewitch us

Let the eyes recite to us our epic propinquity.

I don't want a love story, let this be a conundrum, for certainty is not to be mine.

I am just oddly willing to share my miseries and laughs with someone who'd not whine,

So, be mine not mine.

~tanushree

#cottage aesthetic #dark acadamia aesthetic #light academia #poem #poetry #write about love #love #lovestory #lovely #loveislove #not lovers

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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i think the first ever recorded girl boss moment was when Circe turned Odysseus's men into pigs.

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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Me: I dont mind being alone.

Also me: *feels abandoned for no reason at all, needs constant reassurance that my presence is wanted, cannot see how anyone would want to be friends with me, is not able to focus on anything because of the intense feeling of imaginary rejection*

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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listen. if u like/reblog my posts fairly frequently, u better believe that i have noticed ok. even if we don’t ever talk. if we aren’t even mutuals! doesn’t matter. i see you. i see your URL pop up in my notifications every so often. and when it does? oh, when it does……… i’m like “oh hey there’s my buddy! gee i sure missed u pal!” and i get real happy for a minute ok. sorry, i don’t make the rules.

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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Why do we talk like lovers yet exist as strangers? I could never want this to change, you feel so comfortable, you're like the home I never had. I long for more of you everytime I look at the moon, yet I am still afraid to let us be more than just two strangers who subconsciously yearn for their presence.

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squawking-pinata · 3 years

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Your lifestyle aesthetic need not match with your fashion aesthetic.

Neither do you need to stick with one aesthetic.

Life is short, have it all.

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