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villiedoom · 4 hours

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Fragments and memories. My old personal artworks of Koties, fantasy felines, depicted in the surreal world. Some of these artworks are edited to make the anatomy a bit better and the colors more clean.

I'm trying to go back to my old art and give it a new life, editing some of them and trying to continue the stories of my old characters that I gave up on back then. To find a way out of my internal conflicts and fears associated with these artworks and creatures. To find a love for them that still lives in me. Each of these artworks was born in very deep feelings, and I tried to give these feelings to them again ~

#digital art #digital painting #painting #drawing #fantasy #fantasy art #surreal #personal art #original art #original characters #original species #feline #space #koties #villiedoom #old art #memories

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fullygrown · 3 days

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management-address-leave-two · 19 hours

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#azealia banks #slipknot #ivf #bonespr0 #eye makeup #sacred geometry #memories #otherkin #mini dress #Avengers Infinity war #stefan salvatore #percy jackson #hot pics #trans pride #spun family

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kariiimm · 4 hours

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You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces

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leavemeslowly · 13 hours

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I dreamt about him again. After a very long time.

It wasn’t even during the night. My alarm rung and I fell into a slumber. It was 15, maybe 20 minutes long.

Then, he appeared. He saw me in the corridor and seemed surprised, as he always used to be. Never had any idea that I always anticipated those meetings. You know, sometimes dreams get blurry, but his smile, it was as sharp as in reality. He asked what I am doing here. Honestly, I had no idea. Wanted to tell him that but I also remembered how it was, that I really couldn’t tell him the truth. I miss him but what good would it make to say it to a ghost of a person who most probably has already forgotten me. He is gone and so am I.

I wanted to hear that I will be alright. He told me that once and I clung to it even through my worst times. I miss him terribly even if it is only a projection of him, a fantasy that I miss.

Those dreams appear when it gets tough. They feel like a betrayal but they also remind me that I am still myself. That I haven’t change that much and there is still hope for me. I am not a stranger to myself. I know who I am. More or less.

I miss him. I never told my mum but she sometimes mentions him knowing that he is always on the tip of my tongue. I can’t ask about him, of course.

I couldn’t love him. I did anyway. Hoped that I could be at least dear to him. That he would remember me in ten, maybe fifteen years. God, he was a good person. Good to me.

Maybe I will meet him again. Maybe I will not. Doesn’t matter. I still miss him after all this time. I miss the version of me that I was next to him.

But he is gone and so am I.

#heartache #quotes #except from a book i'll never write #spilled ink #poetry #heartbreak #aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #love #unrequited love #feelings #spilled thoughts #writers on tumblr #writing #dreams #once upon a dream #literature #memories

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pinkfai · 9 hours

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#barbie #barbie Jet #memories

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lilacsleeps · 15 hours

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Memories...

Memories, they're like treasures stored in the attic of our minds—fragile, yet precious. Whether they're of a friend's laughter, an enemy's scorn, or a loved one's embrace, those moments slowly lose their clarity as the sands of time trickle by.

It's akin to sketching messages in the sand at the beach; without a proper guard, they gradually wash away with the tide, leaving behind only faint traces of what once was. As sands cascade from the palm's gentle hold, so do memories, swept by life's relentless flow.

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mastermindrules · 3 days

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No filtered facade here, just truth the mirror shows, Laugh lines and tear tracks, where life unfolds and grows.

¶ Victories and sleepless nights, a silent, honest blog, The triumphs and the battles etched upon the fog.

#inner thoughts #experience #inner mind #memories #mirrorzone

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reesestshirt · 4 months

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When I was in middle school, I tried to learn how to crochet. I knew how to knit already, so I figured ‘how hard could it be’ and used my Christmas money on a brand new set of aluminum hooks and a how-to book.

To say it was difficult was an understatement. I spent hours pouring over my book, begging to gain some inkling of understanding from what felt like incomprehensible runes. My reward? One lopsided trapezoid of lumpy fabric and a resolve to never pick up a crochet hook again.

And so life went on, I finished middle school and high school without giving crochet so much as a second glance. In college, I read about how crochet couldn’t be replicated by a machine, it was unique in a way that knitting and many other fiber arts weren’t.

For Christmas last year, my girlfriend gave me what I now consider to be my most prized possession: a crocheted plush of my favorite pokemon. I raved over her skills and, since she never learned how to knit, we decided to have a yarn date at some point and teach each other our respective skills.

We never did get around to that yarn date. She passed a few months after our declaration, leaving me to inherit what was left of her yarn.

Nearly a decade after my initial attempt, I got ready for the toughest battle of my life. My weapons? One skein of yarn, a YouTube video, and a crochet hook that I had somehow never gotten rid of.

I slowly made my way through the video, redoing my work a couple times until I was satisfied with my product: a small, slightly misshapen rectangle.

I looked at my pristinely-made pokemon plush with hope for the first time in months and thought to myself, ‘maybe crocheting isn’t the hardest thing in the world, maybe you were just 12.’

Maybe this isn’t the hardest thing in the world. Maybe I’m just 21.

#crochet #grief #prose poetry #love #memories #yarn #knitting #creative writing

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sleepy-bebby · 2 years

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#memes #meme #funny memes #neurodivergent memes #top post #memories #executive function #memory loss #the good place #Derek Hofstetler #the good place memes #leap to faith #there are wind chimes where my ding dong should be #the good place Derek

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feral-ballad · 6 months

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Mohammed El-Kurd, from Rifqa; “Rifqa”

[Text ID: “I cried—not for the house / but for the memories I could have had inside it.”]

#mohammed el kurd #palestine #free palestine #trauma #home #homeland #loss #memories #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography

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classycookiexo · 7 months

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#disney #halloween #memories #october

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celesse · 4 months

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Auld lang syne 🐰💗🐰

Here's to more happy memories in the year to come!

#happy new year #auld lang syne #happy new year 2024 #2024 #old photographs #vintage photos #cottagecore #cottagecore art #cottagecore aesthetic #cozycore #cozy art #rabbits #rabbit art #bunnies #bunny art #vintage style #vintage art #memories #art

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stutterhug · 2 months

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Beast of the past

#comic #memories #past #fear #illustration #fantasy

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catchymemes · 1 year

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#funny #lol #haha #humor #memes #tweet #twitter #memories

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hellwa1ker · 1 year

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Today, I'm in the Lands Between at the famous Prawn Shack. Let's see what the locals get a taste of - mmm! Marika's tits. That's delicious. Amazing. And all these prawn are locally sourced? Dastardly buggers, they are. Doubt those were easy to get... Look at the size of em! Brilliant.

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