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silveredstarlights · 2 days
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it's a deep, throbbing ache, the kind that stays sore.
It might go away, it might ease up, but it'll come back, just like before
chopping axes, gaping wounds, and half healed, bloody, aching gore
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ipoetried · 1 year
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grown daughter - k.p.k
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angelasscribbles · 3 months
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One Million Words
Guys! Guys! Guys!
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I just passed one million words posted to Tumblr!! I'm not counting words written. I'm not counting my short stories, flash fiction, poetry, novels in progress, etc. that live on other websites (or just on my laptop). I'm not counting my fanfic stuff that's partially written sitting in a WIP folder. I'm only counting chapters completed and posted on Tumbler.
I just posted chapter 9 of Unexpected, officially hitting the one-million-word mark. 1,001,092 to be exact.
I'm stupidly excited and proud of myself for this. I've been on here for 28 months. By word count, I've posted the equivalent of between fourteen to seventeen novels here. 😧That's like six books a year.
Forgive my babbling but I am ridiculously chuffed about this!!! Thank you all for reading, commenting and generally tolerating me for the last twenty-eight months. 😆
I'm tagging my permas under the cut because I just want to share my excitement with you all!!! It feels like some sort of milestone. Thank you all for being on this journey with me!!! 💕
@karahalloway, @harleybeaumont @nestledonthaveone @alj4890 @aussiegurl1234
@walkerdrakewalker @kingliam2019 @twinkleallnight @lovingchoices14  @tinkie1973 @secretaryunpaid  @irishgrl2022
@queen-arabella-of-cordonia @kristinamae093 @tessa-liam
@differenttyphoonwerewolf @queenmiarys @emersyn-in-cordonia
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@dcbbw  @amandablink @indiacater  @bebepac
@lunaseasblog @belencha77  @gabesmommie1130
@hollygirl1269 @mainstreetreader
@ladyangel70 @ohmyeightpastlives  @gardeningourmet
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@princessleac1 @kachrisberry @tornbetween2loves
@fangirling12566  @pinklipsandmasonjars @savannahdix
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my-salinger-days · 3 months
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It happens…
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mchlmyrs · 5 months
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I fight the urge to be silent, to keep myself hidden // why must I crush myself // a cyclical death in wanting to be known and wanting to be nothing
(26.08.23 - 20:02)
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mywordsarewings · 6 months
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don't let your dreams drag you down.
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restless-rissa · 10 months
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L.E. Bowman, The Evolution of a Girl
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justwordsonpages · 8 months
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Because I'm away from you
I'm supposed to totally free of you
The yelling, the hate, the fear, the sense of lack of security
The solitary feeling of blue
I'm finally gone from you
You can't touch me anymore physically,
But the scars you've left in my brain are just as painful as the physical wounds
My mind is confused
It's still searching for your abuse
I was so used to you
I was so accustomed to
The insults, accusations, loud decibal arguing
It was almost easier to live in it, than running from you
I recently met someone else
He's nothing like you, it's my favorite part of him
Except my mind is confused and searching from your abuse
I woke up from a dream that he acted like you
I don't know how to feel
I know he isn't you
There aren't a lot of people who could do what you do
But I carry these scars as a reminder of you
It's wild to me
How cutting ties from an abusive relationship
Is only the first step of many
It is crazy to me
How someone can keep hurting you without touching you
Or even speaking a word to you
Healing is a long and uncomfortable process
But I'll do anything to be free of you
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vanesadawn · 2 months
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Fool's Leap
shall I read just the lens
before the crooked path begins
I don't know where we are going my friend
just a sweet distraction
was it fake, a love contraption
a fool's leap
a silent keep
where all the secrets sleep
Karma tied a knot
not happy with your lot ?
I trip, I fall over
nothing, nothing at all
all the tears salting our food
the leap I took was just a fool's
I loved you but you detached
and I forgive you
but does that make me your fool ?
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gravesgore · 2 years
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And now they homeward turn'd, and cry'd
"In Heaven we all shall meet!"
When in the snow the Mother spied
The print of Lucy's feet.
Wordsworths "Lucy Gray", 1799
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milkyviolet-rain · 9 months
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silveredstarlights · 14 days
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It's beautiful, isn't it, what music can do. How it can make you feel, what it lets you remember, how someone's music is a window into their soul.
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prfctprcln · 9 months
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- what is love if not a middle finger to mortality? -
true love's hand
is held in yours
and in your arms, i will unfold
rest your head
hold my shoulders
love away the days gone older
bite my neck
and kiss my chest
and all our empty laid to rest
eternity
is promised not
our souls entwined till death to rot
foreverness
is not enough
so i'll persist through endless love
we're love itself
we're imminent
i swear that we'll be infinite
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lucy123blogthings · 9 months
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the lilacs that take a little longer to bloom smell sweeter. the ocean tide that comes in earlier is more eager but the setting sun knows that the slow pace is the beauty of the sunset. the bear in the forest knows that the shiny scales of the fish are just as beautiful as the purple berries on the bush. he indulges in both, not to compare but to appreciate both. the grass in the yard grows long every week despite being cut the last. the heart that beats in the chest dares to continue beating even into old age. the light dares to shine into the darkness and the earth dares to spin in an endless cycle in an empty universe.
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thepoetkwe · 1 year
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Secrets don’t last forever
Oh, Louis,
My love for you angers me in ways
unimaginable,
Thoughts of you roam my mind day in and
day out
I try to shove them away as a child would
their trash under getting punished…
the carpet
to prevent
Difference is what I have for you isn't trash and the only punishment that I could ever
get from you, is
silence...
My love for you angers me because it
builds up EVERYDAY but I know that all that we could ever be is FRIENDS
I would rather have you by my side as a
brother than not have you there at all, Although you continuously pain my heart
I know that we shan't grow apart…
My love for you angers me because I’m
constantly trying to suppress it.
But whenever we talk, it comes rushing back!
With no warning attached!
Vele, I hate you, I hate you for making me feel this way,
I hate you for making me giggle
I hate you for putting a damn smile on my face Every. Flipping. Day!
I hate it!
But I still wouldn't ever wanna change it
Why?
Because the day that happens I know
instead of love in my heart you will be leaving me with a cut that may never be healed,
One so deep, not even Jesus could heal...
Lord, Bless my heart;
Be it you will ever let go of it, Because WOW,
you took it and made sure I knew!
Making my melanated cheeks blush by texting a simple word such as, "Hello"
_Kwe_
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ahprodithe · 10 months
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i never related to the phrase 'i feel like a raw nerve'. i understood it, sure. we can all imagine the pain. the thought of anything brushing up against something so exposed and vulnerable, it's not something anyone would like to think about for long. when i was a child, i learned that there was no space for my own emotions. it was always about my mother, or my sister, or anyone but me. it was unsafe for me to share my feelings, because they were dismissed, infantilized, deemed as less important. in response, i shut down. i didn't allow myself to feel. it was better to swallow the pain and smile and listen to others instead. now, as an adult, it's become my main coping mechanism. a way of surviving in a world that brings endless suffering, but beauty too. i don't allow myself to be open to any of it. i do not feel, like many say, 'like a raw nerve'. i feel like a closed door with a hundred locks and deadbolts with no keys to be found. i feel safer, that way.
the thought of opening myself up, of finding the keys and unlocking the door, terrifies me. it scares me to death. it seems so silly. they're just feelings... but when you've been taught that what you feel doesn't matter, feeling anything at all becomes suffocating. it feels like drowning.
i'm in therapy now. i've tried to work on myself plenty of times before, started something, got better, and still fell off the cliff time and time again. most people would quit. i almost quit. most days i still want to quit. but i'm here, and i'm breathing, and there's no time like the present. so, i'm in therapy. again. this time, it's more intense, more grueling. it's multiple days and longer hours and more therapists than i have friends. i knew it would be hard. of course it would be hard! you're expected to open yourself up, to unlock the door and spill everything out that's been trapped there. it sounds logical, it is logical, but knowing something and actually experiencing it isn't the same. and for the first time in what may be more than a decade, i'm understanding the phrase, 'i feel like a raw nerve'. here i am. exposed and vulnerable. here i am. open and scared. here i am. feeling like a raw nerve.
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