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ariasmontage · 3 days

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Muse

Vacant eyes, these swinging highs,

Three finsihed cigarettes, an overflowing desk-

The stage is set.

Your tender gaze comes with some exertion.

Kisses smudged on cigarettes butts, you are playing your part well.

Vacant eyes, swollen thighs,

Would this be enough to keep this alive?

2 am- tired, distant, this act of love.

There it is, your tender gaze.

Vacant eyes; you fear you have lost your muse.

It comes to you in a dream;

Half awake, you scribble.

You understand the words,

just not what they mean together.

You understand me,

just not what it means to be together.

-aria

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creatingnikki · 2 months

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I want to escape myself. And yet I want to fully embrace myself. This conundrum will be the death of me because it breeds inaction. But isn't fully embracing myself the real escape? But, then again, isn't escaping myself and becoming a whole other someone the path to embracing that new self? And you know at the end of the day inaction doesn't worry me as much as misaction or impulsive action does. I don't think it's fun to make mistakes and learn from them. I think it's stupid to make mistakes so freely. I think many things are stupid. I know I'm not one of them. It's funny. I think many bad things of myself. But not this. So, then, do I really want to escape myself? If there's even one good, solid thing you like about yourself, shouldn't you just stay? And because I'm not stupid, I am smart enough to know that you can keep some and lose some and change the rest. So, then, do it. What are you waiting for? Escape the parts that need escaping and embrace the rest. The relationship with self is not simple. It's the one complex relationship worthy of sitting through patiently. And repeatedly. And with compassion and grace.

#spilled ink #writerscreed #poeticstories #poetryportal #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #2 am thoughts #2 am posts #2 am ramblings #relationship with self #introspection #self awareness #self reflection #self improvement #spilled thoughts #creatingnikki

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sleepyhollowgirlsworld · 8 months

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she felt unfuckable, and therefore unlovable

#sadgirl #sad girl #sad girl thoughts #sad thoughts #2 am thoughts #2 am posts #insecurity #i hate it here

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cata613 · 3 months

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Goodnight Y’all

Creds: u/Thanmaster on Reddit

#how I sleep at night #jumblr #jewblr #proud jew #actually jewish #jewish #jewish memes #antisemitism #goodnight #2 am posts

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kizzaii · 1 year

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❤️Part 1 of the art frames from my last Diluc video :>

The smexy ones are coming after this one 😮‍💨👀

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#diluc ragnvindr #master diluc #Genshin #Genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #Genshin art #genshin diluc #genshin impact au #diluc x lumine #diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #diluc x you #genshin fanart #diluc imagines #diluc fanart #diluc fanfic #2 am posts

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sanelyinsanemiss · 1 month

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#tumblr #quotes #feelings #tired #2 am posts #2 am thoughts

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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∑一Entry 1・゜・。

summary: it’s like a diary, that tells the story from one perspective, only their inner thoughts, of their story with donnie, & spoiler alert I don’t think there will be a happy ending

warnings: first meetings, strangers to friends to lovers, cloaking brooch, eventually angst, obsession, jealousy, yandere behavior, unedited

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I met someone today.

They were interesting.

And what was even more interesting was that I thought to myself, ‘I’d like to see them again.’

We talked for a bit, about mundane things. Stuff that I don’t find interesting at all. The weather. New York is a cold place. Usually. But today the weather had been…

What had he called it..?

‘Superb’

It was clear skies, sunny, with a bit of wind so it wasn’t too hot. Supposedly this was his perfect day. I wouldn’t use that word, it was alright. But I found him, very cute. For phrasing it that way.

What made us have a conversation to begin with?

He had saved me. From myself! My shoelaces always come undone as you know. And he was walking past me, when accidentally he stepped on the laces, and down I went, mid-step, jerking slightly from my pace being cut off.

He was pretty quick. My eyes were wide open as I watched the ground get closer and closer. I had accepted my fate. Then his arm had shot out, slinging under my waist and pulling me backward on my feet.

After the apologies and thank yous, and him pointing out the cause of my problems. He knelt down on one knee, and tied my shoelaces.

It was something that only happened to the romance leads in movies. I never thought anything so cliche would happen to me. But I was thankful as I got to watch him work. Deft fingers, long eyelashes. He smelled good, he wore purple.

More thank yous. And then I did something I normally never do. I asked for his name. Donatello. Unusual! I’ve never met one of those before. A classic name. Outdated for sure. But rememberable nonetheless.

Instead of parting ways, I decided to keep going outside of my little box. Since he was so interesting. He had the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. I commented on it, and he stuttered a little.

‘T-thank you..’

That wasn’t all either. He wore a ring that he liked to twist and twist and twist. It was mesmerizing when I finally noticed it. His little habit. I noticed a bunch of things as we walked the trails in Central Park.

He told me that he had needed the fresh air, to get out and away from his family for a bit. I had a similar reason though I didn’t say it. The noise, it had been so deafening in my tiny apartment. I had to get away from it. It followed me outside, to the park.

It only seemed to stop when I met him. Donatello. Maybe that’s why I found him so interesting. I didn’t notice it at the time.. but yes, I think that is why. He made all the noise go away! It was nice and quiet for once, with the sound of his voice filling up the rest of the space.

He had a nice voice too.

We walked, and talked, he talked more than me. But that’s normal. I don’t like talking. He does though, and he had a lot to say. It seemed he needed someone to listen. So I lended both my ears willingly.

By the time the sun started to set we had walked the trail three times. I hadn’t wanted that to be it. A chance encounter. A kind person who would become a distant memory. No. Maybe not. I don’t think I would’ve ever forgotten about him.

Luckily it seemed I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. He had said,

‘Thanks for listening to all of that… I’m not usually an over-sharer!’ He chuckled before continuing,

‘Would you want to exchange numbers? I think it’s pretty rare to find someone you can talk easily with, I’d much rather you than Dr. Feelings’

He had to explain that last part. But my phone was out and ready all the same. This moment felt really important. I felt like I had to write it down. So here we are. Now I will never ever forget.

I haven’t texted and neither has he. I probably won’t reach out first. But maybe I will. I have yet to decide. Though I hope to see him again soon.

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∑一Entry 2・゜・。

If I had known it would take two weeks until he would reach out, I wouldn’t have made that promise to myself to not reach out first.

It was just below torture. Watching. Waiting. I thought maybe I would see even the three little dots pop up a few times. That maybe he had been thinking of me too.

I don’t think he had.

But that’s okay.

He reached out on his own violation eventually. Which felt nice. He had texted,

‘Greetings’

Very formal!

‘Would you like to walk in Central Park again?’

He provided the exact location and time to meet. I got there early. He seemed to have the same idea! All in purple once more. And he wore the same ring too.

We walked, and we talked. It felt just as nice as before. He was so talkative. He was funny. He was kind. I got too distracted a couple of times, staring intently at him instead of my surroundings. Twice I had almost walked into another person, and once I had tripped. All by accident.

He was just as swift as before. Easily reaching out to pull me close or pull me up. Not letting me fall. Not allowing me to run into someone’s back.

‘You should be more careful.’ He told me.

I nodded. My cheeks were warm after that. It felt quite embarrassing to have been told that. He had no idea how careful I was. I hardly ever leave the apartment after all! In fact I don’t think I had left since the last time I had seen him.

It was much safer inside. But I had a reason to get out now. He was worth it. He didn’t talk as much as the first meeting. So I asked some questions. He was 18! Just like me.

His favorite color was indeed purple.

His hobbies were botany and fixing everyone else’s problems.

He liked video games, and making ‘tech.’

That really had gotten some long winded speeches out of him. He was very smart it seemed. Much smarter than me.

I could hardly keep up with the big words he used. It all sounded very technical and advanced. But he was so animated when he got worked up into a talk frenzy. It was cute.

All I could hear was his voice, so soothing, so happy. It was musical. I could have it on repeat. Every day.

‘We should do this more often! Would you like to schedule regular meetings?’

It was asked very suddenly. But I agreed instantly. Now in my calendar, every Wednesday, from 5pm to 6pm, we would have our walks. And we would talk. Though this one had lasted much longer than 6. But he said it wouldn’t always be that way.

He was very busy. And yet, he stayed til 8pm. He had paused before leaving. I wondered what he had thought of. I didn’t have the courage to ask. Maybe I will next time. Next Wednesday.

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∑一Entry 3・゜・。

Now that I had a specific day to look forward to, every day before that was boring. Each day that drew closer was filled with imaginary conversations.

What shade of purple would he wear this time?

How many times would he twist that ring?

My guess was 24 times. Maybe less since supposedly our time limit was an hour.

But before that magical day could come. I was forced to socialize with the landlord. Late payments. Threats. No money, no apartment. It was all so annoying.

I didn’t have any money left. The rent and other necessities took it. Which meant I would have to get a job, again. Unemployment checks should last forever.

So I had to socialize even more. I talked to one place for a job. They were always hiring. Luckily they didn’t ask for a resume or anything really. I told them I could work any day but Wednesday.

Those were for Donatello. Even though it was just one hour. I would need time to prepare.

With the job lined up, the little social battery that I had was completely drained. And I had two days to recover before Wednesday rolled around.

I couldn’t sleep. For those two days. The noise. It’s so loud. It wouldn’t let me sleep.

Makeup hid the dark circles that had encompassed my eyes. But no amount of makeup could hide the fact that I was tripping over my own two feet way more often than usually.

My eyes were wide open. I watched Donatello check my shoelaces multiple times. After the sixth time he suggested that we should just sit.

‘Is everything okay?’ He had asked me a personal question. This felt really important. And I struggled with how to answer. The truth?

‘I-‘

Coward. I was too much of a coward. Only one word of the truth came out before I changed my cowardice mind. I told him everything was fine. That I was just a little tired. That work had been hard. Which led to more questions.

‘Where do you work?’

‘Oh! What do you do?’

‘I see, well I hope they aren’t overworking you! If you ever..’

He had went off on another tangent about legal work hours. And other stuff that flew over my head. I think I would’ve been able to understand if I hadn’t been so exhausted.

And sitting on that bench, with Donatello’s voice going on forever and ever, it was calming. My wide eyes drooped. The initial excitement of my new favorite day had been overshadowed by my body being awake for three days.

I don’t know when I fell asleep. It was somewhere around the conversation about robots and the very real possibility of sentient life. Donatello had been very adamant when my expression had turned doubtful. But I think that was just my confused face. Even my facial expressions weren’t working right.

When I woke up, my head was resting just below his shoulder. Against his arm. He was very still. His other arm, that had his other hand, held his phone and he was scrolling through some app. Purple. Messages. My eyes were so blurry it took a couple of blinks to finally see that he was messaging someone.

Someone named April.

I must’ve moved or jerked or did something because the phone went black and he murmured my name.

‘You okay?’ He asked it again. It felt like a second chance. And so I told him the truth. That I hadn’t slept for a while. I didn’t say how long. But he nodded as I found the strength somehow, to move away from his arm. He was cool to the touch.

‘I understand, I don’t have the best sleep schedule either so I’m in no position to judge,’

This was said in a joking manner. He smiled kindly as he looked down. I surely looked like a bleary-eyed mess. But he was so kind, so nice. I smiled too. And it was 7:30!

‘Do you mind if I walk you home? I wouldn’t want you to fall asleep on your feet! Or worse you trip into someone else’s arms,’

He had laughed quite loudly after that. I could only feel my ears getting really hot. After a moment I realized he had gotten really quiet. I picked up the slack. It returned to normal after a few questions,

‘What’s your favorite plant?’

‘What do you do for work?’

‘Did I say anything in my sleep?’

I was really curious about the last one. I wasn’t worried. Just curious. Turns out I hadn’t said a thing. And that Donatello was a problem-solver in all aspects of life. But mainly he helped people with computer problems, and he fought bad guys ‘Haha just kidding, unless you consider hackers bad guys’

They were in my book! He had turned his ring three times in a row after that answer. As for the plant one, he had many purple flowers he listed off.

‘What?? You don’t know what lilacs look like?’

I had shook my head. Nothing really came to mind except the color lilac. That was another shade of purple..right?

‘I’ll have to bring some for you next Wednesday!’

He had declared this and even though I tried to say he didn’t have to! That I could easily look them up. I was happy when he told me not to, that he would show me.

This would be my first physical gift from Donatello. I am looking forward to next Wednesday even more than usual now. And I promised him and myself that I wouldn’t look up lilacs, it would be a surprise.

#triple hit #tmnt fandom #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello x reader #rottmnt donatello #donatello hamato #first person view #diary entry #rottmnt drabble #fan fiction #yandere #donnie hamato #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rise donatello #2 am posts #late night writing

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morti0re · 2 months

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certified hood mňamina

#2 am posts #nemužu spát pomoc #čumblr

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chaosandfeeling · 2 months

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What if- hear me out, okay? What if in Hazbin Hotel Alastor tried to do video podcasts. Like he tried but fucker glitched the camera so much it turned into this underground analog horror files. And he didn't try that fancy TV shit either. So the recording was already grainy. So it's all VHS style recording. In an old school studio and the screams are even creepier then they would have been. It's all turned into an analog horror found film shit. That Alastor probably tried to bury. Cause he hates the "picture box".

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #analog horror #hazbin au #the radio demon #2am thoughts #its 2am #2 am posts

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wuggy101 · 9 months

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Singh Family x child!reader(PLATONIC)

A/n: I’m writing this on google docs, so I hope this is good. I don’t see NEARLY enough Sweet Tooth x reader so I took matters into my own hands. Hope you all like this! Bye-bye!

Word count: 468

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Everything had gotten worse ever since Rani, your mother, had gotten the Sick. Your father, Dr. Aditya Singh had stopped his medical practice as a way of avoiding going completely numb.

Years later, after learning that your mother wasn’t contagious, and moving into a community where nobody knew about your mother’s health aside from Dr. Bell. But she had stopped working because of her cancer, so your father had stepped up to become the doctor everyone looks to when in times of need.

A few weeks ago, you and your parents had gone to a community party, but had lost yet another neighbor as your father had diagnosed him with the Sick, you had all sang and some cried looking on at the burning house.

Soon, nobody had seen Nancie for about three days, and you, a young 12-year-old child, had no possible idea of where she was.

Your mother and father had gone to the clinic, something about a shipment? You had not a clue about it, but had decided to stay home. As usual, you stayed out of business and work, just like you always have, and you always will.

So as you were peacefully making a snack, the door had bursted open, you saw your parents being shoved inside your home. Then, in your moment of confusion and shock, a neighbor grabs your arm and sits you on a chair. Soon, yet another neighbor starts to wrap saran wrap around your torso.

You recognize this, this is what happens when someone has the Sick. Tears are falling down your face as you call out to your parents, asking what is happening.

You look to see your parents covered in saran wrap as well. They have understandably very sad and scared looks on their faces. As this is going on, all of your belongings are being doused in gasoline.

Your neighbors push your chairs together, and on one side, Rani holds your hand the best she can, and on the other, Aditya grasping your hand within his. Both parents whispering sweet nothings into yours and each other’s ears. Sad apologies are said to all people, whether it be something small or big, it was said.

Teary eyes looking at each other the best they can, and looking at the flames engulfing their once beautiful home. And you, looking up above at the ceiling, imagining the beautiful stars beyond what you see. You, crying while saying your last words to your parents, only wishing to have lived a better life.

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thedailyplatypics · 9 months

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Me at 11:30 pm: “Can I go to sleep?”

Brain: “No! It’s time to obsess over and analyze Perry The Platypus in Candace Against the Universe and Across The 2nd Dimension!”

#2 am posts #phineas and ferb #perry the platypus #Phineas and Ferb memes #he

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sleepyhollowgirlsworld · 8 months

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I’ve been invisible for so long that sometimes I forget that I am a living, tangible being and not just some flimsy, incorporeal misconception

#my writing #writing #venting #3am thoughts #3 am thoughts #3 am feelings #3 am ramblings #original writing #2 am posts #2 am thoughts #2 am things #2 am ramblings #ramblings #im exhausted #journal entry excerpt

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sugarplumprincess2003 · 11 months

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I just watched a Klaroline post on Instagram, and it got me thinking on how Caroline from TVD and Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf are actually pretty similar - they are both sarcastic, would do anything for their friends, have low self esteem and would never tell when they are upset. And then it got me thinking how similar both the non-canon but widely loved ships are (Klaroline and Sterek) I mean the banter, the sass, the sarcasm and you know just something to think abt🤭

#teen wolf #vampire diaries #tvd fandom #teen wolf fandom #klaroline #sterek #crossover #2 am posts

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