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I don't know what it is that I'm looking for. Everything is exactly where it should be, each puzzle has found it's missing piece. The trees are green and the flowers blooming. I can even hear the birds chirping. Nonetheless, it is the vacancy that I've developed, which is to blame for my inefficiency. Maybe my mind is filled with scenarios too idealistic for a realist. For an idealist who is desperately hoping for sun when it's pouring outside and closing doors when unwanted opportunities knock. I have blamed myself big time for acting like a coward and a romantic who was hopelessly in love with the art of staying true to herself, however damaging it was for her chance of procuring a beneficiary alliance. I'm glad I realised that missing opportunities did not mean that there weren't other chances that wouldn't knock on my very door. Life comprises elements of destruction and order and I whole heartedly believe in the fact that anything that crumbles down once again stands upright.
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writinn · 4 months
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a reminder
I hope even after being broken down, crushed a million times, you get up and have the courage to start again. Life throws countless rocks at you but know that you can shield from it. Because you're strong. You can embrace your life, as it should be. The past scars shouldn't stop or affect the present or future but sometimes it does and it is okay for it to be. Nature wasn't always supposed to be all springs and summers and you aren't always supposed to be happy. You see, beautiful rainbows in horizons emerge after big pellets of rain. So, you will also heal and be happy even after the storms. You'll shine even more brighter. These are words you probably tell others but you should tell yourself that too. Because you deserve it and you need it too.
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eyeselysian · 6 months
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❤️
I doubt I could get any words of any language which will justify immense beauty within you...
Perhaps, I would love to loose all my memories of being alive and be dead admiring the divine only you...
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theunheardwhispers · 4 months
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Walking towards something I know I will have to return back someday.
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crazypossumman · 1 year
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Things I Do as a Writer
hammer out seven thousand words in a day
never write again
cry
(Pinned (Commissions) | Writing Masterlist | Kofi | Etsy)
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wrishwrosh · 6 months
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this characterization shit is easy
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Bet you wish you were us-PT 2
@artemisuwucorn
'Do they do all black huskies?'
'Wed, they can't just 'do' all black huskies that isn't how dogs work'
Wednesday still hadn't got the hang of cute things yet, even if they were all black. She looked distracted, or at least however distracted she could look with her blank stare.
' What's wrong, you look less pale than usual..' Enid looked worriedly at Wednesday, and the latter spoke quietly.
' We need a revenge plan... Something that will keep the masses from following us like we are leaders of a parade...'
'You know what a parade is?'
' We had an event at home, celebrating the day of the dead. My grandparents adore being celebrated, so my mother made sure we never missed a year. There are lots of us, Addams, you know, enough to make quite a parade,' Wednesday explained.
Enid smiled at her girl,' We don't usually talk about home life...what changed??'
' I trust you.'
The simple statement meant the world.
For a while, the two girls lay on Wednesday's bed, their heartbeats conjoined their breathing connected.
Their peace was ruined by a knock at their door.
' Enid, I have a plan.'
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m-guzi · 12 days
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Every look, every touch
Dear Mrs. B 
Thanks. Your words are like rain that feed my thoughts and makes my dreams bloom. You are my favorite story in which I find hope and beauty. Our path, which no longer cross are strewn with flowers. Sometimes I walk back the to look at every single one. I don't really want to see or talk to you again because I know I wouldn't understand.
Your eyes. They always told me something different when you tried to communicate with me. U remind me of an old melody. And they say you can't get melodies out of your head until you've heard them all the way through :) You are very sensitive but also a fire-breathing dragon. You are afraid and insecure but at the same time courageous and self-confident. You want to be noticed by everyone and at the same time be left alone and in peace. You are special, and I can see it.
Or rather,
you are special and I saw it.
in love M
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miruvolp · 2 months
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Storie brevi di fantasia🌹
Short stories of fiction🌹
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Scrivo storie anche su suggerimenti, datemi una parola e mi invento qualcosa.❤️‍🔥
I write stories also from suggestions, give me a word and I'll make something of it.❤️‍🔥
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toasty-draws-stuff · 4 months
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Hello!!!!
List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ⭐️
sure why not?
Here are the five things that makes me happy
Music (playing music) I like music that I had joined band. The reason why it makes me happy because it calms me down and allows me to "flow" the music. (I play Saxophone and Clarinet)
Spending time with God. As a Christian I spend time with God by reading the Bible. The reason why ot makes me happy because it gives me a sensation of peace and happiness when I read the Bible. Is a peace and happiness that I will never get from the world. This really impacts me to know that in the end of the storm, a rainbow will appear
Art (drawing art) I like drawing art ever since I was a young little kid. Art makes me happy because I can express who I am and say what I like. Art helps me to "spoil" and say what i think of. It also helpes me be entertained (espicially during the "Covid Era").
Singing. I love to sing, too much! I love to sing expressions and feelings. This makes me happy because for some reason singing makes me feel happy and kinda pauses the world from all my life is going through.
Drinking tea(?) For a weird reason, drinking tea makes me happy. I dont know what it is or what reason is why but all i know that drinking tea makes me happy.
Thank you Secret-Tester for asking this!
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julezmarmelade · 7 months
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Und manchmal Kram ich in der alten Kiste herum,
Versink ins leere, verzweifelt und stumm.
Da sind Gefühle der Hoffnung, der Trauer.
Doch fällt es so schwer, zu durchbrechen die Mauer.
Ich finde ein Püppchen, mit weinendem Gesicht.
Ihr Ausdruck eigene Sprache spricht
Aus der Spieluhr in ihr dringt nur ein bescheidenes Klingen.
Durch die Löcher im Körper scheint trübes Licht zu dringen.
Das Püppchen wurd schon oft benutzt.
Überall klebt Dreck und Schmutz.
Jeder sich an ihren Leidens misst,
Doch niemand weiß wie schön sie ist.
Dennoch ihr Lachen ist geblieben.
Jeder will’s aufs Eigen schieben.
Aber das Püppchen weiß schon ganz genau,
Sie ist zwar ruhig, trotzdessen schlau,
Nicht jeder hat es gut gemeint.
Deswegen hat Sie oft geweint.
Doch immer wieder lässt sie‘s zu
Und so findets Püppchen keine Ruh,
Weil jeder mit ihr spielen darf.
Einsam und verletzt, trotzdessen lieb und brav.
•julezmarmelade
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notyourflowerywriter · 11 months
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I like dancing in the rain because it soothes my soul that has become dry. I would rather get soaked completely than not at all or even worse, partially. Life has so much to offer in so less time that sometimes I'm like 'nevermind'. Everything around us has made us into who we are now and if we hadn't allowed it to shape us, we would have turned out to be clueless and formless creatures. It was the act of surrendering our very being into the hands of what we call faith and love. Without it, I believe, hope would have developed a different meaning altogether. Hope would have remained just hope and not you walking to your home tired and exhausted, hoping to see the faces in the family or meeting your pet, whom you love so much that you missed them the entire day and having them around you relieved your tired frantic soul. Also, love is a gem that glistens the more you take care of it and embrace it even if it is slightly fractured on the edge because it's always the cut that makes a gem shine more than ever.
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writinn · 4 months
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Living life, or are you just surviving it? Survival in a world tightly knitted by the prison of your mind. Your worst enemy would probably be it. It kills you internally whilst nobody really knows. Everything goes wrong in your head, nobody to look for, nobody to care. Loneliness slowly creeps in and you find yourself going through another episode of being unwanted, unloved and just being here without a purpose. Every person comes into your life just to become a lesson for you. Nobody stays. And once again, your mind is here, beating your heart up. What can you possibly do? All you can do is try and never find a solution. Because your reckless head isn't allowing. So, will you be free of your own self is a matter yet for you to know. The one where you'll never find a solution for and just being held captive is your lone choice. Freedom of oneself is an idea that's existing within you but nobody knows. Nobody knows the pain and trauma you've had. All there is to do is to just survive. Because that is life for you.
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eyeselysian · 7 months
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The flowers for me I saw them burning
Into ember all my hopes turning
Thoughts, fear, chaos, that shivering
Stitches from past still bleeding
At last
Flowers died and so I, and everything.
@eyeselysian
(The flowers here symbolises things like happiness, peace, love..
It means , sometimes life becomes so unfair that there's no hope and will to live.)
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theunheardwhispers · 2 years
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Everytime my ink bleeds on that blank page,it's for you.Each word that I never spoke to you takes the shape of a poetry on that page.Through each word I try to embrace you,the lines contain pieces of me that tend to be only yours.The feelings that I have treasured for you,the moments that I dreamt of with you every night before going to bed,the touches that can be felt deep in my vein only for you.Thinking of you till my last breathe,my unexpressed love I will carry along with my grave.
~Ipshita
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nicoletabard · 8 months
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I’m so glad to finally be back on tumblr after all these years and I’m ready to start posting pictures again for you all
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