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vomitingwords · 1 year

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corazon-sanador · 3 months

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01.02.24

The bottom line is this. We simply cannot be friends, as much as we have tried to be. We must only be lovers, or strangers. And it has become painstakingly obvious that we do not work as lovers. So strangers we must be.

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shroom-vroom · 2 years

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Absent”, first spit itself out of my kindergarten mouth after the name of a missing friend during classroom attendance. Absence is a measurement. It's the empty humans measure with all things important to them. Absence spells like a brutal telegram bearing bad news, the possibility of absence is a rat trap I'm terrified of walking into. I believed what Darwin said about the survival of the fittest and of every species that lives only a human once watched her children laugh by the fire- then grazed her fingers in soot after they slept and drew them on the rock where the moonlight fell. I know what is today probably won’t be tomorrow so I take my campfire moments and put them in a poem. Life doesn't break its rules even if I do so I become a caveman painting the feeling when you grab my hand to bite it but give a soft kiss instead. every time life and I play cards she gets all the aces while I, in my trembling heart hold a card called 'hope' and before my turn, I scribble in brackets, your name.

~ anatomy

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euesworld · 2 years

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"Let the angels rain from the heavens like falling stars, let it rain kindness upon broken hearts.. let me fall in love with life, like every falling star that falls in the night.."

Let my soul grow, flow and flower.. let me smile a bit more during sad boi hours - eUë excerpt from my new book

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lizzi-writes · 8 months

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Sometimes, I write the most unhinged shit in the middle of the night. And then, every once in a fortnight, I happen to write something readable at 3am and I make it my personality trait for the next 6+ weeks.

I wrote the following from my male main character’s POV and I’m kind of proud of myself…

“Rain carries a sad, tragic beauty that’s often paired with the wonders of a thunderstorm. When it rains outside, the damaged heart feels a little less alone. It reminds us humans that the earth is just as alive as we are, and every storm turns into a perfect interpretation of what it even means to exist. ” — M.

Kind of considering introducing my characters with the little summaries I made, but I haven’t decided yet.

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diary-of-fae · 2 years

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Cascade

Children often

Act

Sane and often

Calm

As they watch

Death befall

Everyone they love.

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akeotoeste · 1 year

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“Okay,” Esteban’s ears pricked at the sound of Akeo’s soft voice. The man set down his bookbag off to the side by his shoes and sat cross legged on the other side of the pile of books. Esteban tried to not watch every move, and succeeded mostly. But Esteban was still aware of everything that Akeo did.

#Esteban trying not to obsess #first time seeing each other in months #personal growth is uncomfortable #excerpt from my book #writing and crying #cannon excerpt #Akeo Barbone #Esteban Alverez #Akeo/Esteban #those lovely and unknown

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heaart-talk · 2 years

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I always felt like there is too much in my heart for a single person to handle, too much darkness for a single person to see and comprehend. I don’t know, I had felt numb for years, heartbreak after heartbreak broke my will to live at times. I have friends whom I love, family that care about me, no matter the differences, but somehow it always felt like I am walking alone, that life is something that I needed to live alone. I tried to give happiness because I knew how it felt like to not have that. I try to hide my darkness, not wanting to engulf anyone else. I can understand a lot of people, but nobody understood me, nobody saw me, until you did. You saw through me at times, you cared at least I thought you did, with you I felt alive and happy, for once I let myself go, hoping I’d finally get a chance to experience my share of happiness and for a bit I did, but as if happiness has an aversion to me, I am back to the same place, not wanting to look into the future, despising the present and hurt by the past. Tell me where do I run off to, to escape it all.

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vodkatales · 2 years

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For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.

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jackklinemybeloved · 4 months

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Percy’s warning to fellow half-bloods in the audience, across different mediums.

The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan (2005) The Lighting Thief: The Percy Jackson Musical (2017) Percy Jackson and the Olympians Series Teaser (2023)

#I have been thinking about making this for SO long #but this semester sucked #anyway I love it when adaptations play to their strengths and make changes to fit the medium #and these little differences tingle my brain a little bit #I didn’t want to check if the movies had something similar because I am Tired and the show and movie version would be pretty similar #anyway #the musical line always gets me #‘better get headed to the exits now’ is such a good adaptation of the ‘close this book idea’#and I know I could’ve just done one of the excerpts from the book but I like both #and I didn’t want to have the paragraph in between to make it just like. a block of text.#percy jackson #pjo #pjo disney+#pjo Disney #walker scobell #pjo show #percy jackon and the olympians #web weaving #riordanverse

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vomitingwords · 1 year

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If Words Could Hold You // ma.c.a

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corazon-sanador · 26 days

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23.03.24

The memories of our love feel like pulling a warm blanket over myself after a long day, which is funny, considering the reality of our love felt like the long day itself, don't you think ?

#idek if this makes any sense #but it means alot to me #and I suppose with art that is all that matters #excerpt from my book #literature #academia #poetry #writing #love #dark academia #romance #light academia #heartbreak

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writingthethoughtsaway · 3 months

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“I believed you even when I knew you were lying.”

- S. C. C.

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shroom-vroom · 2 years

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my cheek is where the water ends and he like a goldfish, floats to the surface for a nibble that sends tickles ice-skating across my neck. The soft chew leaves a watermark that he wipes off with his hand- my heart laughs like a kid then prays like a mother. A congregation of promises bubbles up in my mouth, I bite my teeth and swallow them down. I turn to him and whisper, "one more," as I melt again and he comes sailing through, to touch my surface. The drum in my chest makes ancient music when we board the train holding hands and then lets out a war-cry when it sees no station named 'forever.' At night I spend my strength vacuum sealing my chest so that fear doesn't contaminate other parts of me, he sees the bags under my eyes and says, "please get some sleep." In my hands I keep our secrets and origami and hugs, in his hands I entrust stories of my parents, my tears and fun. Love, stuck itself between my teeth, refusing to be pushed into my belly, wrapped around my tongue and blew out like bubble gum. A balloon may pop or float away or deflate and die, I hold onto mine gently as I lean in and give him a goldfish bite. He turns and whispers, "one more."

~ goldfish metro ride

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threewordusername · 4 months

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i never wanted you to leave.

six-word poem.

d.b.a

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mhoganmell · 2 years

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“Mom, turn here.”

“What?”

“TURN MOM, TURN!” Mrs. Williams yanks the car’s steering wheel to the right so hard that Holland almost smacks into the car door. “Careful! I don’t want to fall out of the side of the car on move-in day.” Holland laughs.

The car slows to a stop. They have about six cars in front of them before Holland can start unloading her stuff outside of her freshman dorm. Luckily, the school has student volunteers to help. All she and her mom need to do is drop her boxes on the sidewalk, and the volunteers will carry everything upstairs for her. Except her hockey bag. She’ll carry that herself. It’s bad luck to let someone else touch your gear.

“Now remember, dial your skills all the way up in front of these boys. You have to show you can keep up.”

“Mom, I can more than keep up. I had the most goals in 18U by over a mile.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Mom, pull forward, it’s my turn.”

Mrs. Williams pulls the car up to the sidewalk and unlocks the doors. Holland grabs her door handle, pops the door open, and slings her backpack over her shoulder. She turns to open the back door, but there’s someone already there. He greets her, grabs a box from the car, and walks it into the building. There are four other cars parked on the curb to unload, and the volunteers are all swiftly moving their things into the building. Holland spots a white and purple sign saying “Check-In: Last Names L-Z”

“Mom, I think my check in spot is over there. I’m going to go grab my keys.” She digs her student ID out of her backpack and strides over to the table. The blonde girl in front of her is just finishing signing her key release.

“Student ID please.” The woman at the desk states. Holland tries to slide it out of the plastic ID pocket on her wallet, but it sticks.

“Can I show it to you like this?”

“No, sweetie, I need to be able to swipe it.”

“Damn… Do you have any tweezers? Or maybe some lube?” Holland jokes as she tries to fit her fingers into the slot to try to wiggle her ID out. She gives it one good yank, it un-suctions itself from the plastic, and she hands it to the desk woman

Chapter continued here:

https://www.patreon.com/posts/chapter-1-67895921?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator

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