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liesandnights · 2 years

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She’s an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.

#old school #dark academia #art #academia #peace #spilled heart #writers on tumblr #music and poetry #books and coffee #old soul #young heart #vintage #aesthetic #literature #classics #liesandnights

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moonlitdark · 1 year

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ＷｈｅｎＩＦｏｕｎｄＹｏｕＩＷａｓＬｏｓｔ

(Jcb 2020)

Enjoy something beautiful today. ❤️

#jamie campbell bower #sam bower #music and poetry #When I Found You I Was Lost #happy valentine's day #the brothers bower 2020

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poetryorchard · 10 months

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💃🏾 K-POP & POETRY IN YOUR AREA💃🏾

Join @thesakuraink-lyrics & @nashira on Friday, July 21 for a poetry workshop inspired by K-Pop! Poems, Red Velvet, BTS, & BLACKPINK 🫰🏾

Tickets start at £1 + free tix available. Sign up here!

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firebeetlefables · 10 months

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a spoken word piece of mine, "its been over a year and im starting to feel alive again," about grief, growth, and finding bits of yourself that youd thought youd lost.

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wayfaringauthorofficial · 1 year

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He wrapped me around his finger before I could get a look at his face, see the flames that burned in his eyes, the darkness that cloaked his soul. This wasn’t an angel staring down at me, wasn’t a man with a golden halo ready to take me to paradise. I had fallen for a devil in disguise again, and he was ready to take me down to whatever hell he had built to keep me a prisoner in… forever.

But what if he looked too much like a savior when he smiled at me? What if his words were soaked with honey, or if he was the one who made me want to sing love songs in the shower again? What if he was the boy who took the weight from my shoulders and cast it aside, for the rest of the world to deal with, to give me a break from the pain? Maybe falling in love with the enemy isn’t so bad after all. He’s better than most of my friends, better than the man who called himself my father. Better than the demon with sapphire eyes handing me a shovel in the desert, warning me to dig my grave before he does it for me.

-Falling for trouble.

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amethystamaris · 19 days

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2024's Must-Have Reads: Discover the Latest in Physical Books – Updated Pricing!The Physical Books 2024!

Why These Books Are a Must-Have This Year: Our 2024 collection, featuring “STORM,” “The Vibrational Cure,” and “The Birth of a Genre,” is curated to provide not just reading material but immersive journeys. Whether you seek a transformative personal experience with “The Vibrational Cure,” an artistic and cultural exploration in “The Birth of a Genre,” or a creative coloring adventure in “STORM,”…

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#Art and Photography #Artistic Collaboration #creative empowerment #Creative Transformation #Cultural Commentary #Cultural Innovation #Inspirational Reads #Literary Art #Manifestation Techniques #Manifesting Dreams #Mindfulness Coloring #Music and Poetry #personal growth #Self-Improvement Books #Unique Coloring Books

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shakespearesdaughters · 5 months

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beckywtghmai · 11 months

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Growing Older/Music

The best thing about growing older so far has to be The music. The memories, the scents, the feelings associated The catalogue of memories with soundtracks I’m accumulating The piano in my heart keeps expanding Each year that passes I add a few new strings I smack a little harder, a little softer My dynamics are so intense — I am always humming.

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#free verse #ftm #music #music and poetry #musings #PODCAST #poem #poetry #prose?#queer #TRANS #transgender #writing

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joytri · 4 months

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neil perry would've loved folklore

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nighttime-thoughts · 9 days

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Please tell me i'm not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.

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liesandnights · 2 years

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Have you ever had that feeling - that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

#run away #somewhere else #different self #new life #inspiration #dreams #reality #haruki murakami #night ramblings #fantasy #literature #writers on tumblr #dark academia #vintage aesthetic #spilled poetry #coffee and poetry #music and poetry

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deeeaahh · 5 months

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nijaded · 1 year

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Poetry in Motion — the phenomenal Florence Welch

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newvision · 2 years

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— Bob Dylan from When the Deal Goes Down on Modern Times (2006)

#zimmerman my love #Bob Dylan #modern times #when the deal goes down #literature #dark academia #aesthetic #books #poetry #light academia #academia #dark academia style #dark academia aesthetic #litblr #American literature #lyrics #music #🌧

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wayfaringauthorofficial · 1 year

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One day, you won’t have to wonder what it would be like if someone showed up for you. He’ll be there, waiting with the other spouses and children. He’ll sweep you up in his arms, ready to take you home to that house in the hills you’ve always wanted, always dreamed of. But the demons and devils will do what they can to keep you in their clutches, tied down with the chains they threw at you when you didn’t know to run from the people who raised you, the people who were supposed to look out for you. You fell into their arms as they wielded knives and flames like they should have held blankets and kind words. You succumbed to the torture from the wicked king because he convinced you that that was what you deserved.

But right when you were about to flee the kingdom, disappearing on everyone forever, the princes and their sisters found you, breaking down the barrier that had been built to keep you away from the world, to keep you locked up tight. They opened all the doors and you ran for your life. You ran into a new life you had no idea how to live. Because you were a disaster. It’s all you’ve ever been and all you’ll ever be. How could you ever be more than this? How could you pick up your mess of a life, (because didn’t they make it a mess and leave you to make sense of it? How could you pick up the pieces and tape them back together if they’re so misshapen and scattered you can’t make sense of anything anymore? What if they broke you down so much that you stayed in a heap on that wooden floor, just like you were eight years old again? All brown curls and tears as the plastic slammed against your bare skin over and over and over.

But no one cares about that. They don’t want to hear about the nights that made you want to take the life your mother gave you, took out of her own body, and throw it in the gutter. They don’t want to hear about the boys who swore that you deserved nothing more, nothing less. Because those insults, that abuse, was the past. That doesn’t matter, right?

-The subtlety of giving up

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words-at-night · 6 months

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