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sincerelygarden · 7 months

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#writing #poetry #poem #original poem #writers on tumblr #journaling #journal enteries #art #poems on tumblr #spilled words #spilled poetry #spilled writing #spilled thoughts #follow #garden #fall #wordsnquotes #qoutes #poetsandwriters

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whenyoucantsleepatnite · 2 months

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#sylvia plath #Sylvia March #March #poetry #journal excerpt #journal entry #journal enteries #poem #letters #poetry and poems #reading #reading aesthetic #month of March #spring #quotes #book quotes #spilled words #words #1950s

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aimahabib · 2 months

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I can recall that day. This wall. “Look at the miss spelled words you wrote on my surface. What was the last harmless mistake you made?”

-Aima Habib, Conversations With Childhood Home

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thisisdore · 6 months

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17/10/23

Rambles of a miserable soul.

#ThisIsDore #daily post #journaling #journal enteries #bad mental health #sad thoughts #endless thoughts

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paperludus · 1 year

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Journaling Prompt: Gold Touch

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ramblngz-of-a-lunatic · 1 month

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Vulnerability makes me cry.

I don't want to be this sensitive,

but before I know it I feel tears streaming down my face.

I feel like such a baby;

I'll never be taken seriously.

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iiwanttoseepulaskiatnight · 1 year

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girl help, I’m literally trying to gaslight myself into believing my feelings for them are only platonic as I’m actively smiling with my heart beating fast while fantasizing about us having one of those first kisses in the movies where we’re having an intimate conversation while laying beside one other and just can’t resist the urge anymore

#sapphic yearning #journal enteries #wlw yearning #yearning #kiss me #touch deprived #physical touch #unrequited infatuations #lesbian crush

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spidergrotto · 4 months

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people are so quick to discredit and denounce a piece of media the second a female audience reaches it or shows a huge interest in it and it isn’t spoken about enough, especially since we’re in an age where media is so accessible.

this weird little shtick isn’t limited to just a female audience either, once something becomes “mainstream” or well known any knowledge or value it has is thrown out of the window.

why is it that when kafka reached a wider audience and caught the attention and interest of a largely female group did he suddenly become cringe and boring, i cannooot see the logic!!

consuming media that makes us THINK on a larger scale is AWESOME considering how much of what we consume now is mind numbing distractions, it should be a good thing that these sorts of stuff is being seen and interpreted by a wider audience.

and even if the media in question is meant to be consumed just for fun, let people enjoy it!! why do people grow such a strong distaste for something they used to enjoy just because more people are starting to like it? 🫤

#sorry i am sick and tired of the dudebros and haters #awww i’m sorry does me enjoying marvel and reading kafka ruin it for you?#boohoo #i’m like exhausted and half awake bare w me it’s four am #sorry for the rant #rant post #journal enteries #franz kafka #marvel mcu #social media #media #men are stupid #everyone is dumb

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gothicbaptism · 4 months

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You ever think about how soft you could’ve been had you not grown up in this damned place or if you had people there to cushion the blows or how free you could’ve been if it weren’t for the pressure to look think breathe a certain way or how happy you could’ve been if we didn’t exist in a capitalist hellscape? .. no me neither.

#southern gothic #inner thoughts #soft #gloomy #free #happy #alternative #journal enteries #me #in my head

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sincerelygarden · 6 months

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October 21st, 2023.

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yourperfectitgirl · 4 months

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Today was a nice day

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dem0nguy · 8 days

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I love writing this stuff too much ya’ll.

Anyways here’s the second part <3

(Part one if you missed it :3)

This, is truly where things start to go downhill. Genuinely it doesn’t get any better from here. I sometimes catch myself wondering what a normal teenage experience would be like. Not one that involves supernatural paraphernalia…

I’m getting ahead of myself, I wrote this entry in two parts. One, I believe on my way to school. The second sometime after. That probably doesn’t matter too much anyways…

9/23/19 - Part 1

Ok so, I’m honestly not entirely sure how to start this off. But today was, scary? Odd? Supernatural? I don’t know. To this day, it’s a difficult topic to explain.

I woke up to my alarm; excitement and anxiety buzzing in my chest. It was finally the first day of middle school. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted this day to be over as soon as possible, or start as quickly as possible.

So I got up, then nearly fell back down again. I felt a strange weight on my head and back, as if someone had strapped bricks to me in my sleep. Must be the anxiety. I thought, because really, what else could it be? Hell (literally) if I know.

So sluggishly, I walked to my bathroom. (me and my twin share it, his bedroom is connected through a door on the opposite side.) Opening my door I caught a glimpse of my reflection. Subsequently, I do a double take.

I thought I was dreaming, because I mean, who just wakes up with demon horns, wings, and a tail?? Not any normal person… probably. Unfortunately, we’re not very normal.

I must’ve stood there for a while, confused, panicking. My constant internal monologue was, “this has to be a dream, this has to be a dream, this has to be—“

“Adammm!” Conner called, knocking frantically. “Something is very, very wrong!”

I open the door for him, we both startle.

My brother, blonde haired, brown eyed. Had a halo, angel wings, and a demon tail? I guess it wasn’t really my place to find that specific detail odd, all of this was odd.

“Adam,” his voice became hushed, “are we both having a freaky dream together or is this real?”

I hesitate, “I don’t know… I don’t think we’re dreaming?”

“Then what the hell is going on??”

I shrugged, I mean, how do you even respond to this situation? What do we do? That’s a good question past me…

“Something must have caused this,” I start, “So if we find that maybe we find answers?”

“Right, but WHAT IN THE WORLD COULD’VE CAUSED THIS” He whisper-yells.

“I don’t know!!” I whisper-yell in return. It could’ve been anything really. Maybe we were cursed in our sleep? Maybe we actually were dreaming. Maybe it was—

“The necklaces…” I mumble, barely audible.

“What?” Conner asks.

From my pocket, I pull out the necklace. Instead of the red and blue swirl it had initially, it was gray. And dull. I’d kept it on me for good luck, like my Uncle Sam suggested. But apparently, it did the opposite. Still haven’t forgiven him for that.

Conner, wide eyed, runs back into his room. Holding up the necklace lying on his nightstand, the same gray dull color as mine.

He stares at the necklace with irritation, before throwing it on the ground. “I knew it! I knew there was something up with these things! I have no idea what our Uncle was planning, but it was clearly something!!”

“Maybe he didn’t know this would happen—“

“How can you really say that Adam, we both know how suspicious he was acting.”

I couldn’t argue with him, it made sense. But I didn’t want to believe Uncle Sam would purposefully do this. Sure he was a little suspicious at times, and not the most friendly. But that doesn’t mean he did something like this! Oh Angels I was so fucking naïve…

“Listen, whether he did this intentionally or not he probably has answers.” Conner says, as if he read my mind. “So let’s go find him.”

I slowly nodded, “Ok, yeah. But is he even still here?”

Conner scoffs, as if I should know the answer to that. “Of course he’s still here, do you really think Dad would let him leave this early?”

I hesitate, “No, I guess not…”

“Great let’s go.” Conner grabs my arm, dragging me towards the door.

“Conner! Wait—“ I jerk my arm free from his grasp, “What if someone sees us?”

Conner rolls his eyes, “Adam, it’s early in the morning, who would see us?”

Before I can respond Conner grabs my arm again, “Exactly, let’s go.”

He managed to drag me out the door. It was dark in the hallway, so even if someone had been there, they wouldn’t have seen us. So I guess Conner was right…

We hastily made our way to the guest room, where Uncle Sam was staying. Conner threw open the door, slamming it behind him. Our Uncle jolts awake.

“What… who’s in here?” He mumbles, before turning on the lamp beside his bed. He squints at us for a moment, before putting on his glasses. “Oh, you two.”

“What did you do to us?!” Conner shouts, too loudly for how early it was.

“Calm down kiddo.” Uncle Sam hops off his bed, cracking his back. “It wasn’t entirely my fault.”

Oh, so this was intentional. What’s that… three points for Conner?

“Change us back!!” Conner shouts again, stomping up to Uncle Sam in a poor attempt to intimidate him.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. But,” he picks up two black bracelets from his nightstand. “These should help you for now.” He holds them out to Conner, who scoffs.

“I don’t trust you.”

Uncle Sam shrugs, “If you’d rather go out looking how you do, I won’t stop you. It isn’t my job to look after you.”

Me and Conner share a glance, one of concern. But it seems we agree on the same thing, as Conner speaks, “Never mind, give us the bracelets.”

Our Uncle hands them over. Conner walks back to me, handing me one. I study the bracelet for a moment, it’s black, and uneven. It looks as though it’s made of a kind of rock, like obsidian. I slide the bracelet over my wrist, on my end, it doesn’t feel like anything happened. But Conner looks at me with surprise.

“Adam, you’re… normal again?”

I raised an eyebrow, but as he slid the bracelet over his wrist, I realized what he was saying. The bracelets, some way or another, hid our supernatural appearances.

“Just keep the bracelets on and you’ll be fine.” Uncle Sam says, sitting back on his bed. “Now get out, please.”

“Aren’t you gonna give us answers?” I get the courage to ask.

Uncle Sam chuckles, “Nope, again, not my job.”

“You can’t just leave us with this! We need answers.” Conner backs me up. (I will forever be grateful for my twin.) Spoiler, forever didn’t last very long.

“I can just leave you with this, actually.”

Conner huffs, becoming visibly annoyed.

“But I can point you in the right direction.” Our Uncle continues, “Mr. G, you know him. Family friend?”

Me and Conner both nod.

“Yeah, he works at West-East Middle. You might even have him as your teacher. Go ask him about it. He’ll give you answers.”

“You sure?” I ask hesitantly. I didn’t interact with Mr. G often, but he came over for holidays and dinner. Uncle Sam seemed to have an aversion to him. But he seemed like a nice person otherwise.

“Yeah, now leave.”

I think me and my brother both realized we weren’t getting any more out of him. So we did as he said and left the room.

Boy, was today going to be interesting…

#A Good Demon #AGD #entry 2.1 #orginal story #original characters #epistolary fiction #epistolary #journal enteries #fiction #fictional journal entries #supernatural #fantasy #angels and demons #but like #they’re a lil quirky #:3 #(you’ll find out later)#(the lore goes crazy)

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kelseypeshek · 1 year

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March 27th, 2023.

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katiesdiary · 11 months

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take a photo dump as an apology for temporarily abandoning this account !!

Recap of things that happened before I graduated: caffeine!!! won an award for best undergraduate essay in the history department!! was nominated as the distinguished student leader in the history department (red dress)!! was inducted into phi beta kappa honors society (blue dress)!! turned 21 (an extremely stressed and existential time I wish not to revisit!!) thank you to the coffee that led me to these moments!!