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outkast777 · 25 days

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Right as i logged out of my account sum random ass account posted a doc abt me and my friend cuz they r mad at me for being mean to them and “abelist” and we already had this convo and it went litteraly NO WHERE so they think i was trying to call them out for having a fp (i just stated shi also talks about something over and over again) (nothing directed negativly until shi took it negitively) yes i dont like thise people because after sometime i started to have different opinions about them as any human can. I did get very petty which was not the best idea and the whole misgenering thing was not on purpose and i told hir that so many times because i was typing fast and its one letter and i alwasy use autocorrect so its obviously gonna correct and the ss were taken within the MILISECOND after i sent them and after i edited them so i dont really know what 2 tell ya. I dont have any control over my other friends actions (there name was censored out) (bro my cd its so scratch its jsut stopped playing) i am so sick of them people acting like i and the one sending the things she says shes her own person with her own phone she can text on the whole “NPD” thing was alot of heat of the moment shit that started cuz some one got mad at me for answering when someone said “if you have somthing to say about me say it to my face” and i did cuz tf and then its escalated into things that i definitely should have not said and i do take credit for that and im sorry if any of those were hurt by it. Dragging on this long ass paragraph onto tumblr is the most tiring thing jsut as i thought everyone was done and things were being talked about but take it or leave it i am done

Ive been done for long before this so no i will not be comeing back to this account again outkast is over and has been over no i do not like creepypasta anymore i just want to clarify non of whats above is why i just dont like creepypasta quits. Lawd ive realized over the past month that ss stuff and thrn sending it to tumblr is a wack and bad way of getting people to understand cuz they were simply not there so i will be taking off all the drama included stuff off my page for people who want to still come here for my art. “Outkast is a bad person who hate people specificly with personality disorders and specificly cluster b disorders” is such an annyoing claim and is a big one 2 because i dont?? Just becuase you have it and we havnt been on great terms dosent mean i hate you cuz of that i could litteraly care less and ive told them that multiple times but ik they dont care atp. Soooooo bye i dont know much more to say. Making me type out this long ass paragrah ohh em ge

Also the person taking about getting mad at us for talking about tomb all the time ALSO talkes about tomb all the time but gets mad at us for doing it ehat do you want from me bru

Im very bad at spelling

#drama free life style #*evil* discord users as they put it r coming after meee oh nooo what am i gonna doooooooo #this looks like its gonna be put in a creepypasta fandom youtube video #if you gonna share ss at least make the readable them shit r in 6px #no i am not taking down my description

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smuby · 1 year

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making a super awesome doodle page. here is a sneak peek of a doodle from the super awesome doodle page

#femscout is now my oc she is my favorite guy ever #shes my guy. my thing. my buddy man. my sweet cheese #PLEASE IGNORE MY HORRID HANDWRITING BTW #hopefully its at least readable 💔#smub art #team fortress two #tf2 #scout #miss pauling

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koravelliumavast · 9 months

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Note to self: don’t put books in boxes

#I AM IN AGONY #cosmere #Dawnshard #IT WAS JUST IN A BOX WITH OTHER BOOKS #ITS THE ONLY DAMAGED ONE #I’m screaming #she’s all good she’s readable at least but crying

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applesap-fics · 1 year

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FABril day 4 - Chores, part one

1, 2, 3

T, 2357 words, Bruno/Agustín, Bruno & Mirabel.

Mirabel starts living with Bruno for a little while. She’s curious about why he left. Then she finds out a little more.

He almost slips off his cane when he sees his niece on the opposite side of the doorway.

It’s not that he’s surprised that she’s here. It’s just that Bruno isn’t quite prepared for how different she looks. The last time they saw each other she was a child.

It is as if he’s closed the door on her one day and a moment later opened it up again, replacing her with an older version of herself. She looks eerily, and beautifully, like her mother.

For a moment that image lasts, complete with gray hairs and wrinkles under her eyes and dressed in blue instead of the colorful attire she’s actually wearing.

Then Bruno clenches his eyes shut and opens them again, and there she stands as she really is: fifteen, bright-eyed and nervous, wearing a hesitant smile on her face like she expects her uncle to change his mind, turn her right around and send her back home.

“Hey, Mirabel,” he croaks a bit awkwardly. He regains his posture, trying for nonchalant as he leans on his cane. “There you are, huh? Wow, you’re- you’ve gotten so big! I mean- not like that! It’s just…it’s been a while, and you’re all grown.”

Before he knows it, she’s enveloped him in a tight hug.

One day Julieta called him up out of the blue and asked him if it wouldn’t be a good idea if Mirabel came to live with him for a little while, at least for the summer.

In her fashion she was polite, slightly accusatory like their mother, and thus easily refusable.

“And what does Ma think of me taking care of Mirabel?” He asked her, knowing fully well his mother doesn’t speak of him and likely avoided the combined topic of “Bruno” and “responsibility” alltogether. The other end of the line stayed silent. “That’s what I thought.”

“You’re both stubborn, you know? It’s the both of you.”

He left years ago for a good reason. The idea to ask him to…to take care of someone, of Mirabel, seems an absurd initiative. From his capricious mental health to living situation to sending Mirabel off to go live with her estranged uncle, there’s too much to take into consideration.

But Julieta’s, his, and his mother’s conviction didn’t matter.

One week after he hung up on Julieta, he received a long letter from Agustín. About how his daughter isn’t quite finding her way at home and how he wonders if maybe the city won’t treat her and her wild imagination better than the stifling reclusiveness of their village, just like it had for Bruno. That sending Mirabel away isn’t done out of any malice or foreboding. If Bruno would please reconsider having her, because there’s no one he trusts more to be kind and understanding than him.

The letter is two sides long. The words are gentle, but steadfast, and clearly written against the opinion of the family that Agustín usually follows to avoid conflict. Bruno smells the love he has for his daughter in every brave sentence, and all of them together form an elaborate composition. It’s like music in Casita’s courtyard. It’s familiar and his heart aches.

Bruno read it over and over before he finally sent him a letter of his own.

“How was your trip? Too long, right? It’s always way too long for me.” Though this wasn’t the only reason he rarely met up with his sisters.

“Oh, yeah. I wish I could’ve brought my sewing machine, but, yeah…Too heavy. It was either that or my accordion.” She shrugs her shoulders which he now sees carry an instrument bag, not a backpack.

He gives her his sympathy. Agustín not just mentioned she’s creative, he boasted it, and Bruno believes it immediately when he looks at her embroidered orange jacket and blue skirt filled with little sewing doodles.

It makes Mirabel a bright uncanny spot in Bruno’s humble home. As she walks through his apartment, she takes in every bit of clutter with worried eyes. Even with his bad back, Bruno didn’t think he had gotten that bad with the upkeep of his home, but he’s getting embarrassed now, thinking what she must’ve expected before the trip. Certainly not stacks of telenovela scripts and books covering unaddressed letters he’s never sent.

It’s a far cry from the colorful Casita she’s left behind, which is big enough to house a dozen family members and about as talkative. He always keeps the radio on to fill the silence and to keep his house full of romantic love songs. It helps him write.

Mirabel is still holding on to her duffle bag and keeps the bag over her shoulder as if her stuff will get swallowed up once she puts it down.

“Sorry for the mess,” he says as he gives her a little tour - his apartment, though decent, isn’t all that big, but he has space for her. He gestures to unload her stuff. “I tried cleaning out the office a little - that’s your room!”

“My own room?” She asks peculiarly as he opens the door for her.

“Of course! What, did you think your cruel tío was gonna let you sleep on the couch?” he asks amusedly.

She shrugs abashedly. “No. I guess? I dunno. I share a room with Antonio, so…I’m not used to it.”

Inside sits the spare cot he’s prepared for her and a desk he’s mostly cleared of his writing and accounting. On the walls he’s hung up drawings to give the room a bit more life. Rats in period clothes, boats on voyages, little doodles he’s made while brainstorming ideas for his stories. He feels silly about them now, realizing she’s not that much of a kid anymore.

“I hung these up for you. To lighten the place up a little-heh.” He rubs his elbow, unsure. “But you can make your own or take them down if you don’t like them.”

Mirabel smiles.

“No, Tío. Thank you.”

“So, a couple of things,” tío Bruno begins.

They’re eating the sancocho de pollo Mirabel brought from home, which is apparently Bruno’s favorite. He started humming and whistling the moment she pulled out the container. His cane lies forgotten by the front door. He only needed it to breach the distance between his front door and the lobby to let her in. She hadn’t expected he needed one - neither Mamá or tío Bruno (they had a brief conversation on the phone) had mentioned it.

“Curfew, of course. Ehh, be home before nine if you go out. The errand boy comes here on Mondays with groceries and/or medicine - ask for the receipt and don’t let him hustle you too much. Avoid talking to the handsome boy from the next block over: he’s a loverboy. Joselito I think his name is. I know the city can be very exciting and boys may seem very fun now that you’re at that age, but you’ll get in trouble if you go looking for danger of his kind, trust me!…Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned him at all. Ay, you’re probably thinking of running away with him now!”

He throws his hands up and clutches his hair.

She stares at him, reeling a bit at his rambling. “Uhh.”

“Anyway,” he perks up, dramatics forgotten, “there’s a lot of clubs and activities, so there’s always something fun for you to do while you’re here. And you could come to the theater with me! I’m sure you’d love it. It’s small but has a lot of heart.”

“That sounds great.” It was the reason she wanted to come to the city. She wanted to find her place.

He beams. “But don’t let me slow you down from whatcha wanna do, okay? I’m boring anyway and I can’t always go very far.”

This remark reminds her to ask; she thought he was an architect or construction worker or something in that vein, but he told her he quit that profession to take up writing, which landed him a job at one of the local theaters. She wonders if he had to quit that first job because of his injury.

“So,” she says, stirring against the corn cob, “what actually happened to your back?”

“My back?” His expression turns sullen, his spoon resting in the sancocho. “Oh, something awful.”

He doesn’t elaborate and she immediately regrets asking. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He nods gravely.

There’s so much more she wants to ask him, but most of those questions are about the family, which require a kind of perilousness she doesn’t want to drag him into just yet.

“Uhm, so,” she tries. “What’s with all the letters?”

He looks surprised. “You saw those?”

“Yeah, they’re everywhere.” All tucked tight between other manuscripts and his books, but odd and noticeable enough.

He rubs his neck. “Ehh…I don’t wanna talk about it. They just kind of appear.”

“What? What does that mean?” she asks confused, but he again doesn’t elaborate. And after an awkward moment of silence, she gives up, “Okay.” They eat their stew in silence before she tries again. “Papi said that before he even met Mamá, you and he were friends?”

“Oh.” Surprisingly, even this catches him off-guard. He looks up at that, gaze distant for a moment, eyebrows pinched. It takes a second for him to reply, scratching the scruff of his neck. “Oh, sure,” he says and goes back to slurping his soup, not looking up.

“Got any funny stories from back in the day?”

He makes a strangled sound and shrugs, back to eating.

“Oookay. Good talk.”

Despite his evasiveness when it comes to family talk, tío Bruno loves to talk. About his interests, his hobbies - of which he has a lot.

It makes her fond somehow, to hear how he also thinks the random pitter-patter sounds that can sometimes be heard outside the building are pixies, just like Abuela and tía Pepa do. “Poor things,” he says, smiling. “The rats like to eat them.” Mirabel has never actually seen one before and doesn’t quite believe in them, but hearing that they persist even in the city makes her think the older generation is onto something.

Tío Bruno has so many pecularities it’s hard to list them all, from nervous ticks to his superstitions. He burns sage and avoids stepping on cracks. Every morning he does a cleansing ritual alongside taking his anti-epilepsy pills. He keeps an upside-down broom in all the rooms to keep out bad spirits (also handy for sweeping up the salt and sugar he spills a prolific amount of) and he holds his breath when he walks through every doorway, not just the one that leads outside.

He also swoons at music and always seems to have romance on his mind. He does spontaneous dances when he listens to the radio or when he’s playing some cuban bolero on his gramophone, which is such a classic item it makes it seem as though he’s stuck in time, only adding to that romanticism. Bruno loves writing and reading and tells her he can waste days watching reruns of telenovela’s he’s already seen.

“Ah…so much can happen in a life. It’s easy to forget when you’ve got a bad back and never go anywhere. That’s why it’s important to throw in crazy stuff. You gotta remember the love exists between the cracks.”

She’s been curious about him for a long time. It is as though her own life falls into place now, Bruno the missing piece of the puzzle, a branch she was never allowed close to. It’s good to meet the person he really is instead of hearing half-finished stories from her cousins and sisters who knew him only a tiny bit better. A hard line of separation forced by a ten year old wall.

She has a vague understanding of why he left. He lost his way in the family, one way or another. Stir-crazy, tío Félix told her. Thought he was bad for the family, suicidal, and too cooped up in the village. Not to mention volatile. Made the whole house mad.

“He was…sensitive,” Papá said with a far-off look in his eyes that seemed far too fraught on her dad’s face of all people.

Selfish reasons, according to Abuela, but from what Mirabel gathers those ‘selfish reasons’ boil down to ‘leaving’, which seems a bit paradoxical.

“Tío.”

It’s the end of the first night. She’s crawled up on the couch with him, leaning into his shoulder as if they’ve always done this together, drowsy from the telenovela they watched that she wasn’t all that into after a long day. “Why did you leave?”

His shoulders clench up. “Oh, that’s- I wasn’t really…that’s not important.”

“How can it not be important?”

“Okay, I guess it’s important.”

Once again, as she’s coming to expect of him, he doesn’t elaborate. Or maybe he can’t answer because he’s always so nervous and not used to having his bothersome niece here, asking questions.

He’s tense even as she leans against him, but he assured her that he’s just like that and that it’s okay to touch him and it doesn’t mean she’s imposing on him or anything. She did feel like she was imposing a little. She’s felt that way the moment her dad said she could go.

“But…I don’t get why you never really came back. I get leaving for a little while - I know Abuela and Isabela drive me crazy sometimes and always make me feel like I’m too awkward and that I’m only getting in their way, and now that I’m here I feel like I can”- She lets out a heavy puff of breath, heart straining -“breathe, finally. But I love them, and I already miss them.”

His mouth opens and closes, looking like he wants to answer, but keeps catching himself before words can spill. His chest heaves unevenly, like he’s getting worked up, and then puffing out his frustration again. But his face reads solemn, not angry at the thought of his family.

Mirabel already hugs him by the time he finally says something.

“Kid, I miss you guys plenty.”

-tbc

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #fabshipping #encanto fanfics #im expecting the parts without bruno/gus to get more attention lol ehh yeah its probably readable even if youre not into that ship #enjoy either way #splitting this up bc uhmm its looking to be at least 8k and thats too large for easy tumblr fic reading #imho #fabril

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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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IM OKAY W SPOILERS I WANNA KNOW WHO THE GUITARIST WAS

EHEHEHEHE!!!

major rm!spoiler under the cut bc i <3 Professor Chaos.

it is indeed, my friends who guessed correctly,...

scott malkinson with a lisp and diabetes ;)

aaaaAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARE WE SCREAMIIIIIN!!!!

SCOTTTYYY!!!

like!!! okay perhaps, again, this is not Groundbreaking because i had some people guess it ( i will say my comments section was Divided ) but i did also say that it wasn't groundbreaking that stan knew who kyle was and every1 was like *ravenstan vc* NO ME DIGAAAS NINA!!!

but yes, yes, yes, the old cd guitarist was Scott <3 and tbh, at first, i was like...hm, is this a bad idea? is this too much sensitive info? but i rationalized this Dubious choice by thinking like...if i were Uphating my Actual Fanfic rn, you would all have access to this info already. like this would be common knowledge to you and because i am using this blog as my way to share my story with you and i'm not really writing rn...this feels right to me. ( definitely earned it, ily 4 waiting )

with that in mind, you are welcome to ask me anything you like about scott and the cd boys...within reason. if i can't answer a certain part of a question or an ask because of a major spoiler involving a character that we don't know yet or if it deals with some part of 1 or 2 and the raven past that i shouldn't share yet, i'll let you know.

but fire away my friends! all i ask is that in your qs you call my son something that Isn't His Name or The Ex CD Guitarist at least for today/24 hrs so people who don't want that spoiler can avoid it.

god, tho...that was so freeing for me THAT WAS KILLING ME. when i tell you that this fanfiction is my Baby and i love it so much, but its not compatible w/ me as a writer because i am super detail oriented and i am really bad at keeping secrets? lmaoooooooo I'M SORRY!!!

if i spoil the whole fic on here eventually...Soz Besties!!!

aNYWAYS!!! i hope this thrills you <3

-uncle nina, serial fanfic spoiler

#rm spoiler #SPEAKING OF DUBIOUS CHOICES THO #my head hurts so fucking bad oh my god #please don't be like me and drink water during ur hot girl weekend SHEnanigans bc i am in so much pain #but yeah you are allowed to ask me questions abt him #you can get moderately specific but again if i cant answer something i will tell you but ur welcome to be v unhinged #literally fire away #also if the lore is inconsistent...i am still working on a lot of the side characters...lo siento #okay i'm done; i need an ibuprofen or like 10 #*stas vc* Now Should Thou Come And Lookest For Me...#Look No Further Than Thy Feet #For I Will Be Lying...In The Street :/#Pray Me Well Boys!#*craig vc* No <3 Shan't :)#rp that was just for u bc u asked me abt the medieval tkak insults i am unhinged in that fanfic i think i'm so funny HEELP #stas oh my godddd my sister in christ pls stop threatening to Lie In The Street every time u fumble a bad bitch smh #the language is lowkey gonna be inconsistent like as far as thy and thou and you/i go so its readable but we can laugh at least #butters like oh gods craig stas threatened to lie in the street again!!! :( should we try and Reunite Her With Her Reason?!?!#*craig vc* u cannot return was what was never lost & fear not:#for stas' chest is so Flat #that the carriages will roll over her without hitch :)#a Pebble should cause more disturbance than our dear friend #so be still and breathe easy butters <3 the girl is fine #SHDLKHDLKHSD LIKE MAAAAN THE BRUTALITYYY #BRO PLS STOP THE VIOLENCE #WORLD OF STARS #sorry i didnt mean to hijack this post for that but also this post is for updates so actually it is lowkey relevant

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butchdykekondraki · 5 months

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i jsut woke up why do i fucking have. 200+ motifs what the fuck happened while i was asleep

#[ren]#i cant. see shti #god. okayw ll hopefully autocorrect does its job and makes this fucking readable at the very least

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cruelsister-moved2 · 1 year

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i want to talk abt my manuscript but im too shy idk how people just casually share their soul like that but anyway I think there should be more stories about butch women who are sopping wet kittens that were found abandoned in a cardboard box

#im fully aware that its mid #but im also like well at least im not an ex homestuck fanfic writer whos homestuck married to a man #so its just like i want to contribute a readable butch/femme fantasy story to the world ldhdfgodjgfdfg #its kind of affirming because the bar is underground so it literally just has to be better than the void which currently exists #n its my little fun hobby project where i can be creative in a way that doesnt like #puncture holes in me continuously #hashtag women in yuri

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ryehouses · 1 year

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hi hi! kinda new to your blog (but not ast!) so i’m super sorry if this has been asked before ! i was wondering if you plan on posting any boba povs from ast, and if the answer is yes, if it’ll be short & random oneshots/blurbs or more like a cohesive collection of them! totally fine if not of course :) thank you so much for all the hard work and time you put into writing, you are a gift to this fandom and SO appreciated!!!! :D

howdy!!! thank you for stopping by!!

lol unfortunately all of my coherency and cohesion was spent keeping ast from going completely off the rails (as opposed to only mostly), so while i do have several boba povs to share, they're not going to be organized or anything 😅 i have mostly been sticking them in my queue based on the order in which i received the request, or by how many requests for a particular snippet i got!

i might make an effort later to curate them more intelligently over on ao3, though! all of the pov snips i'm posting here are under my 'ast 'verse pov tag.'

#so far its been 'what will take the least effort for me to work it into a readable format'#because there is. so goddamn much.#ast asks #ast 'verse pov tag

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entheirys · 2 years

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STOMPS AROUND i’m aware of my constant broken record of me being like i’ll be here and then promptly disappearing but !!! i actually have an update this time !!!

i’m working on overhauling my entire blog to try and get over myself ( and also to be quite frank so it can serve as the distraction it was intended to be ) and in starting that i’ve redone my ENTIRE CARRD

new-ish/updated rules, updated and shinier muse list (with pages for each one!!), and while the bios are still a wip, there’s still basic info! please give me your thoughts when possible thank you thank y

#` ✧･ﾟ: out of. ┊ i’m not a machinist but i’m about to become one. ╯#i might redo my icons i havent decided yet #i dont have many so now would be a good start if i did #but!!!#AAAAAAAA #my outside life has been a NIGHTMARE scheduling and with certain events recently im going to have white hair #would you believe overhauling my carrd has been a coping mechanism #bc it sure is!#anyway i think it looks pretty....i hope its at least readable in any case SDFGHFDS

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broke-on-books · 10 months

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✒️ please!!

Send me a ✒️ and I'll pick a poem I think you'd like

After flipping through my notebooks I decided to go with my first instinct for you, which was "A Toast to the Alchemists" by Laura Gilpin. This poem hasn't been published online officially, so they're aren't a ton of sites that have it that I could find with a quick Google search. However I've attatched photos of a reddit post with it along with my version in my journal.

I picked this poem because of its themes of time and the passage of time, as well as magic and giving emotional significance to the most mundane and clinical of things (atoms and elements). In other words, taking magic from the world around us, especially through a lens usually seen as lacking wonder or whimsy. Also vibes, I mainly did it based on vibes.

Some other poems I considered in my search/additional recommendations are listed under the cut:

If you liked the writing of this poem, and haven't read it already (or have) I definitely recommend "The Two-Headed Calf" by Laura Gilpin. It's by the same author and is her most famous poem and is fairly well known and also soooooo good. So good.

Poems with similar themes:

Poems with similar themes to "A Toast to the Alchemists" are

"Dusting" by Marilyn Nelson 💘 (literally cried to this. To be fair it was 10 minutes after I finished the HDM finale so it was mainly because of that but still. Great poem.)

"The Sciences Sing a Lullabye" by Albert Goldbarth

"Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley (90% sure you've read this one its the time theme but inverted and it's great if you haven't)

Rejected picks/Poems that gave me Anu vibes (many for no particular reason):

Poems by Ted Kooser for some reason??? NO idea why they're very different from the ones above but some of my faves are "Selecting a Reader", "In a Country Cemetery in Iowa", "The Constellation Orion" and "Flying by Night" (I'm v much questioning this pick now but I'll keep it up here just in case)

Honestly a bunch of random unrelated stuff was popping out at me ("Listen" by Miller Williams, "Cartoon Physics, Part 1" by Nick Flynn, "Snow" by David Berman) and like a million billion more which I all got from the same anthology (Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins) so if you want to read a bunch more poetry, based on vibes alone, I'd say look for the book, the website, or the sequel. The poems from that book aren't too similar to the one above but it's really one of two books I generally recommend people right off the bat (it was my lit teachers favorite lol) because it's meant to get young adults and teens into poetry and introduce contemporary poetry in general. Idk how much poetry you've read whatever but even if you aren't new to it it's still a good compilation of late 90s/early 00s poetry that makes you think but isn't super long/totally incomprehensible

Anyways that got WAY longer than I anticipated or anyone probably wanted but poetry is an obsession of mine and recommending poetry is much more complicated and harder that it looks, even for the people you know best in the whole world AFTER interviewing their opinions on poetry, not to mention how difficult it would be for internet friends on tumblr. But anyways there's a couple poems, I got the vibes as close as I could with the poems I had on file. (Although i do feel like I'm missing something big 🤔) Anyways thanks for the ask Anu! Hope you thought my pick was alright!

#and please for the love of god dont feel pressured to read ANYTHING on here i spend hours and hours reading poems so when i rattle off names #like that its very much me bouncing along like a frog eating skittles hopping from poem to poem to poem #based on vague vibes and feelings #also also also i already knew this when i made this ask game BUT. recommending poetry is like trying to juggle with your eyes closed because #you just KNOW you just KNOW there is a group of perfect fall in love poems out there but theres a million factors you have to take into #account to find them. like theres theme theres rhyme theres rhythm theres style theres readability/directness #and you have to try and predict someones opinions on all of that while also trying to gauge their level of patience on topics like #age of poem clarity use of standard language and spelling experimental features and line breaks #when a use of any of those they dont like can turn them off a poem entirely #like we were asoue fans together so youd probably like something with ambiguity and could tolerate a more classical look #BUT then comes in the length factor and also a bit clarity plus we have to remember theme and i cant think of any poems that fit that idea #with a theme you would like that i would feel comfortable recommending (because some poems are good but also difficult)#and i LOVE difficult poems theyre my besties but i always hate them during the first 3 reads at least and who has time for that if you dont #have poetry brain disease like i do #anyways. thats a very long way of saying. i tricked you into asking me to ramble abt poetry mwahahahahahahaha #also if anyone out there feels like theyre someone who rambles a lot about their interests to others and can at times feel a little guilty #abt that the poem “To The Sea” by Anis Mojgani talks a bit about that from an outsider pov #blah #poetry tag #answered #jacobsnicket

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