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iam-awallflower · 1 year
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oh, how i crave to simply exist.
without having to morph myself into something that conforms to the world's ideals.
without the need to add layers of skin to already scarred flesh and bones.
marianne
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sadbagofbones · 2 years
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Acceptance.
It floods us, like a dam opened. It fills us with fresh air, like the dead revived. It warms us, like the bonfire. And it gives us purpose, to start again.
It might come in a day, a week, a month or a year. But it comes. And it comes bearing gifts. It gifts us a new sense of being, a new energy to resume our life with, a new hope for the future to look forward to, and a happiness disguised as peace.
It brings over us, a sense of relief. It brings back the sense of control we thought we had lost. It doesn't undermine it's predecessors, but adds meaning to them.
Sometimes, it comes easy. Sometimes we have to search for it. It is there, hidden behind the pain and grief overpowering us, crippling us. It comes as a crutch, gives us the strength to walk again, to eventually fly.
Acceptance doesn't mean giving up, neither does it mean giving in. It sets us free, lets life take it's pace, lets a new path present to us. It means loosening our grip on the reigns and being guided by our faith in the process and confidence in the goodness in this world.
Acceptance brings back our trust in ourselves, validates our existence and gives us the power to take on every obstacle, every hindrance, towards a better and brighter hereafter.
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theloulouge · 7 months
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Life Lens- Entry 70
The Writer’s Struggle You know what’s going on? I’ve got this itch to write, like, my brain’s on fire with ideas. But here’s the kicker – I’m seriously, and I mean seriously, sleepy right now. It’s like a battle royale between my creative side, all pumped up and ready to roll, and my body that’s just yelling, “Give me some Z’s, dude!” I want to get these thoughts down on paper, no doubt. But…
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misnightmusings · 11 months
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When you’re battle weary and jaded, cynicism becomes the normal. So even when someone extends that hand to help or tries to take the burden off, you scoff and distrust. We must learn to never lose our faith, in humanity and in the higher power.
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boonoonoonus · 11 months
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You can always tell who grew up in ends and who didn't because when I want to offer a hearty suck your mum, you man want to act surprised. I beg, it is not me you will cuss in these streets, not when my tongue is full of pepper. Stupid cow. KMT
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bluenightfyre · 1 year
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Alright, Eddy, calm down . . . . . #books #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #currentread #edwardlongshanks #warwithfrance #midnightmusings #medievalhistory #medievalkings #kingofengland https://www.instagram.com/p/CmxZsSztBD8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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simon-says-write · 1 year
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Memories feel like weapons
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nmehra997 · 2 years
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Food for thought. #selflove #selfconfidence #instagram #creators #lifecoach #peacelovehealinggratitude #midnightquotes #midnightmusings #midnightposts #potd #inspiration #successquotes (at Mohali, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiVYRGXJdKU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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little death
you shoulder a rising tide on your smile
and a little death on your tongue
but I've found no better house of worship
than my name on your breath
my breath in our air
building towards gods I'd long forgotten
as you lead me towards a long sought sin
I'll offer my innocence like a vow
blooms birthed from the promise of my devotion
baptize me in shallows of your spirit
and I'll bleed my soul onto your hands
-WHH
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rpuller · 2 years
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Random Poetry... कुछ कतरे... #hindi #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poem #random #thoughts #midnightmusings #india #instadaily #post #lifeisapoem #original (at Pune, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf9nU5tsRU7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Midnight Musings: A Tale of Family, Dreams, and Distance
Introduction:Hey there, fellow night owl. Ever find yourself wide awake at the ungodly hour of 1:08 am, your mind buzzing with thoughts that just won’t let you rest? Well, grab a cup of tea and settle in, because I’ve got a story to share, straight from the depths of my restless mind. The House of DreamsSo, picture this: it’s been a long day, but sleep seems like a distant fantasy. Why? Because…
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maryimojin · 3 months
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Bought a new charger and it cost me around 14 dollars. And for that I'll be cheering myself to work hard to earn back that cashhh. (poor jin jin)
Extending my midnight music (even it's not yet midnight) with this wonderful song.
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sadbagofbones · 2 years
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You know what hurts more than losing someone?
Watching them move on.
Watching them take steps away from it all while your feet feel heavier with every step you take.
Watching them thrive while you are stuck in an endless loop of memories.
They say everyone has a different pace. And you might be ready to give yourself the time you need, but watching them walk away faster than you had anticipated hurts.
It stings because, although you’re in the same situation as them, yet you aren’t in it together.
It isn’t a competition, but you don’t want to lose because they won’t be there to console you.
Watching them get on with their lives, while you are unable to figure out your own, makes it all the more difficult.
That’s the beauty of parting ways. You embark on the same journey, but you don’t get to hold their hand. You just get to watch them, either reach the destination with them, or get left behind.
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flannelgo · 9 months
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When the night whispers and the archways frame stories, she stands bold and beautiful, her flannel shirt speaking tales of daring allure. 🌙🍂
click for women's flannel - https://reurl.cc/qLWW1D
image from - marcelo fernandes
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chardaearchive · 10 months
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When the last light peaks at the grave of the horizon, and reality becomes unmasked by the suns glare,
the last bodies lay to rest,
buried in sacramental ceremony,
the tenebrosity of waning hours inspire acquiescence
light fragments turn to shadows in sprinkles
the night devours all in its path,
Nothingness.
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erikjacksonmusic · 1 year
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Found a box of cassette tapes today. Midnight Music 2 compilation and 1 more Rainy Days cassette. Looks like I might have a cassette sale 😂 good find! #cassette #boombaphiphop #midnightmusic (at Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClblTsILLxU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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