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firstfullmoon · 1 year
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Jane Mead, from “I wonder if I will miss the moss”
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thoughtkick · 10 months
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Taking a deep breath, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I walked away.
Richelle Mead
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stay-close · 8 months
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Taking a deep breath, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I walked away.
Richelle Mead
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apoemaday · 1 year
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Bach, Winter
by Jane Mead
Bach must have known how something flutters away when you turn to face the face you caught sideways in a mirror in a hall at dusk and how the smell of apples in a bowl can stop the heart from beating, for an instant, between sink and stove in the dead of winter when stars of ice have spread across the windows and everything is perfectly still until you catch the sound of something lost and shy beating its wings against those darkening stars. And then: music.
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perfectquote · 1 year
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Taking a deep breath, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I walked away.
Richelle Mead
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eccentricsworld · 2 months
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"When death finds you, may it find you alive."
-Michael Meade
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chucktaylorupset · 2 months
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im obsessed with your honey mead poetry
Boss makes a dollar Post gets some notes Tumblr user crapscicle Is let in on the joke
Boss gets his share, But I invest wise In low digit shitposts, Babadook/pennywise,
Boss gets a dollar Pays me his toll For a few feet of work And a five mile scroll
Boss sent his credits And I boldly go To eep up Glup Shittos And Star Trek blorbos
Boss gets a dollar Gives me a dime For six seconds work And five hours vines
Boss collects cash I am carefree Commenting, "fucks severely," On old man yaoi
Boss gets a dollar But I take the prize I'm tumblr famous And I'm unionized
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llovelymoonn · 10 months
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jane mead the geese
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poeticnorth · 4 months
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An excerpt of my attempt to write Hávaml in haiku metre.
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thepeelingrenoir · 18 days
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"In the space between light and shadow,
In the space between sound and silence,
Where orion puts down his bow,
Where the seeds of the sky are sown to the soil,
Where black turns to blue,
That's where I'll find you."
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coritale · 3 months
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i am sipping a muddy cup of what is assumed to be water. as i sip, i begin to write down poetry, however it is bad poetry. when i am asked about it, i can only respond with 'it came from the eagle'
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skaldish · 2 years
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I am TIPSY and LIVELY but also IRRITATED at the moment, which makes for prime ranting hour but I do not have Two Braincells To Rub Together, so I'd need a prompt to go on some kind of philosophical diatribe right now.
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emmanelson · 2 years
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Daniel and Molly Meade in Ugly Betty Season 3 (2009)
“we’re going hiking. and tomorrow we’re going to the beach. but it’s freezing. i don’t care. look all i know is that every free moment of every free day is going to be spent with you. you want to go traveling, you want to stay home, you want to go to the movies, you want to ride around the freaking subway all day, it doesn’t matter. all that matters is that I love you molly, and i’m going to treasure every moment I have left with you.” daniel meade, ugly betty season 3 episode 18. / “and to my wife molly, i love you.” / “we can be together forever. that’s all i’ve ever wanted.” daniel meade, ugly betty season 4 episode 7 / ‘you’ll get over it…’ it’s the clichés that cause the trouble. to lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. you don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. the pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. how could it? the particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. this hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. why would I want them to?” ― jeanette winterson, written on the body / “…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you. some people might find that strange. but the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.” ― ranata suzuki
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blodhundrr · 11 months
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if bloodhound was offered a hit they’d inhale so fucking much like they’re taking a breath from their mask and then smoke would expel from their mouth and nose like a dragon and they would be so fucking high
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pride-of-storm · 3 months
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cats are So Little
no wonder she doesn't know how far is too far to leave her taco
my casual reach is as long as her absolute stretch
and if i lean i double it
no wonder she drops her taco, less than a stretch away from my center of self, and Waits
my reach is not infinite, she knows, but it is longer than hers
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1introvertedsage · 2 months
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▪️Gifts▪️
Healing is a revolutionary act and we are here to awaken to the true nature of our own souls and the gifts we have to give the world.
~Michael Meade~
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