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words-at-night · 2 days

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sfsolstice · 2 days

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s. f. solstice, "pink moon"

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hersurvival · 2 days

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I told her about the rage.

How I don't know where it comes from

Yet it consumes me.

How I've tried passive, violent, silent,

And none of it makes a difference.

I would never hurt her,

But she deserved to know the truth -

That the illusion of a gentle trickle, a quiet stream

Hides an angry, deadly river within me.

I told her about the rage.

And she told me she loves me anyways.

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arseholism · 1 day

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I live for the moment those perfect lips curl into that perfect smile..

My heart skips a beat.. time stands still.. my world stops spinning..

I’m transfixed, you’re like a work of art, a masterpiece painted by angels in heavenly light..

Every minute detail etched into my memory, replayed over and over again..

The sound of your voice.. like an heavenly orchestra in a world filled with noise..

The laughter, brightens up my world like a thousand burning suns..

The sparkle in your eyes, like an aurora lit up by millions of dancing stars..

You are the very definition of beauty, the epitome of perfection..

The stars can crash into earth, the moon can disappear, the sun can burn out into oblivion..

I’m oblivious to the world, to life, my darling, when you are around!

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illicit-eclipse · 1 day

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You are a masterpiece, sculpted by the hands of an ethereal artist. Just as Michelangelo breathed life into marble, he would have marveled at the contours of your form. Your eyes, like polished gems, hold galaxies within. Your lips, delicately chiseled, whisper secrets only the moon knows. And your skin, oh, it bears the warmth of sun-kissed stone.

In your presence, I feel the echo of ancient halls, where gods and muses danced. Your grace, a symphony of curves and angles, defies time. Each line etched with passion, each curve a testament to desire. You are the embodiment of longing—captured in stone, yet pulsing with life.

When I trace your silhouette, I find solace in the coolness of your touch. Your laughter, a melody echoing through centuries, resonates in my soul. And when our eyes meet, it’s as if the universe conspired to create this singular moment—a collision of fate and artistry.

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bebx · 7 months

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cerleansky · 2 years

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The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

~Edit~

Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.

I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.

This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.

That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.

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fairydrowning · 7 months

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"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."

– Charles Bukowski

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something-sweet-n-spicy · 1 month

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#bookblr #literature #poem #poetry #books #love #quotes #this is what makes us girls #book quotes #fantasy #spilled truth #spilled poem #life quotes #life #dark acamedia #dark aesthetic #light academia #god bless you #nature core

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fieldofdahlias · 3 months

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#fieldofdahlias #dark academia #light academia #word #words #heartache #heartbreak #love #poem #poetry #spilled poetry #spilled poem #spilled writing #spilled heart #spilled words #spilled thoughts #poet #poetic

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4s1na · 2 years

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"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"

— Atticus

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words-at-night · 7 months

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sfsolstice · 3 days

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i still dream of it some nights: your inky tendrils overtaking my senses, red shadows flooding every crevice, consuming light,

or unveiling a dark that is always alive, heaving with damp breath, wanton desire stuck in its teeth.

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hersurvival · 2 days

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You are alive -

You open your eyes each morning

And breathe just like the rest of us.

But do you live?

Or do you fight every night

Just to get out of your own mind,

Desperate to escape the past?

Exhausted day in and day out,

Distracted, your head swirling

With thoughts better off

Forgotten?

Talk to me,

I don't understand where you go sometimes -

I search and search

But I have lost the word to utter

When you give up,

When you wish to end the game of hide-and-seek.

I just want you to come back to me.

Olly olly oxen free.

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arseholism · 2 days

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Oh love, you have forsaken me..

Brought me down onto my knees..

Brought tears into my once happy eyes..

Ridiculed my every wish and every dream..

Oh love, you have forsaken me..

For now, I am just an empty soul..

With nothing to live for.. to die for..

Just existing.. somewhere in between.

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becomingvecna · 15 days

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