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joytri · 2 days
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There are some things about myself I can't explain to anyone. There are some things I don't understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I'm after. I don't know what my strengths are or what I'm supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self- centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I'm not such a wonderful human being.
Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes
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a-dreamersjournal · 3 days
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The Inevitable Downfall.
The tug of war between my constant need to have someone witness me in my misery and the hatred I have for being an object of someone's gaze, has begin to twist my bones and muscles from within.
If no one saw me drowning in pool of my own blood, did I really suffer?
And if I gave my hideously hurt self away to be seen and analysed, what's left for me? What's left of me?
Is dying from exposure of excess poison better than suffocating in absence of air? Or is it the other way around?
And is my downfall, inevitable nonetheless?
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bheegibatak · 10 days
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When people ask me, 'tum kabhi gaali kyu nahi deti?'
Sensible Me: Jab sidha muh pe taali de sakte ho to gaali kyu deni?
Romantic Me: Kyuki mai dil de deti hu.
Sophisticated Me: Why would I need to resort to insults? My wit alone is enough to leave anyone speechless.
Delusional Me: kyuki mujhe koi gaali nahi deta, mai to sabko acchi lagti hu.
Real Me: Ek baar di thi, mummy ne boht maara tha.
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mudg0bln · 7 months
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Cute date idea: hand to hand combat while its raining in a field, afterward I lay a wilting flower on your bloodied body while you reach for my hand; this will be the first and only encounter of me before you head onto a quest years later only to hunt me at request of the king but instead we slowly fall in love together, disappear off the grid and then revolt against the royal family ♡
and then we have tea ofc
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lannegarret · 3 months
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soulwr1ter · 3 months
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Real doesn't have to
announce itself, it just is
because there is nothing more
to it as its presence can simply
be felt. What is does not have to
declare itself to exist as all that
breathes is defined by being alive.
The more you declare what you are,
the less authentic it becomes.
Take a step back and let your
energy speak for itself.
-J.Wool, Authentic Energy, Breaths of the Soul
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cepheusgalaxy · 25 days
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hey writeblr! what do you use to write?
my google docs is FAILING me (its losing my offline docs) and i don't have office (microsoft word) yet so im looking for alternatives
do yall know any good ones
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spinning-stars · 9 months
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Do y'all ever think that Lester and Bo ever take Vincent's mask and draw angry eyebrows and a mustache on it with sharpie.
Like there in the kitchen after doing it and Vincent comes around the corner looking like Wario:
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Also The mini slasher smut fic part 2 is either coming out late tonight or tomorrow!!!
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poetricismic · 8 days
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Romance was never my genre. But you stole every rhyme and line...to make them yours.
Poetricismic
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joytri · 4 months
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sangueredenzione · 3 months
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Do you hear it?
Hollow growling
Down in the mouth
Surrounded by the pitch black walls of my sorrow
I feel cold hands
Debriding my tongue
Yet a voice asks me to speak
My words are nothing
Nothing
But a symphony of death rattles
In a room full of corpses
-G.M
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a-dreamersjournal · 8 days
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Let me be art for once.
Trace my spine with soft kisses, cover me in your scent, call it art. Glide your fingers across my back, intoxicate me with your touch, call it art. Embrace me in your arms, blind me with your love, call it art. Breathe in my longing for you, exhale your desperation on my skin, call it art. Make me forget myself, pour yourself into me and make me yours, call it art. Unravel every piece of me, then remake me. Call it art. Call me Yours. Please, let me be art for once.
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shareapoetry · 3 months
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What home feels like
No matter how long you have been gone, the moment you come back it feels as if you never left.
It's not that nothing changes; many things do. You discover the neighbour has a new dog who never fails to disturb your sleep at midnight. You see the hall has a new clock, the designated place for achar has changed(apparently because it was suddenly declared prone to falling) an old cupboard has been moved out. Some rooms have been painted a different colour. But despite all these changes it doesn't feel different.
Perhaps these changes aren't enough for home to become unfamiliar... I guess that's why it's called home.
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lannegarret · 3 months
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eventually27 · 1 year
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I would like to see James Patrick March, Tate Langdon or Kai Anderson with a Female Reader, who has Birthday. It would be nice. (since it IS my Birthday actually)
Happy birthday!!! 🥳🎁🎊
This was super quick, but I wanted it to be posted before tonight and while it was still your birthday!
Birthday wish..
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"Dearest! You're finally here!" James couldn't contain his excitment from your arrival through his door. Today was your birthday, your first birthday at the hotel, your first birthday with James, and the first birthday in a long time that you wanted to celebrate, surrounded by the dead you suprisingly never felt more alive, you loved it at the hotel and you were the happiest you've been in a long time, all thanks to James, the excitment he expressed when you entered his room made you fill up with joy.
You walked over to James to embrace him. You noticed how amazing he looked tonight in his new suit, his hair slicked back, his dark eyes making you feel weak at the knees, you placed your arms around him to pull him in for a hug, he placed his hands around your waist and whispererd "Happy birthday my beloved" into your ear, he handed you a glass of champagne from the table and clicked his glass against yours. "Now let's celebrate, I've had food prepared, and later, we will head downstairs for a soiree with some friends." James said this as he ushered you towards the table as food was being brought out. He pulled out your chair and tucked you back in. He seated himself next to you and admired you..
"You look ravishing tonight" he said
"Thank you, James. You look great in your new suit, I feel like a lucky lady" you replied.
"The only lucky one here is me, to have found someone just like me is special, your very special," he said.
You both ate your meals and spoke about what you had done during the day, James was disappointed he didn't get to see you earlier, but you understood he had important things to do, you loved the passion he had, you loved the darkness inside him and you knew he had to let it out. No one had ever made your birthday feel special before, and you were glad of any time spent with James, as your meals were coming to an end, you watched as James walked across the room to the record player and he put on your favourite record, he came and took your hand, he walked you to the window and you both swayed to the music, "I thought we could have a private dance before we join them downstairs" James said while spinning you around, you felt like a princess, your dress spinning in the air, he pulled you close at the end of spin and held you in his arms, your head against his chest, you wished you could stay in this moment forever. "Dear, I have something for you." James took a black box out of this pocket, you where shocked. You didn't expect a gift, you thought a beautiful meal and soiree with your favourite people at the hotel was more than enough. "James, I don't know what to say. This is unexpected, " you said. Your eyes were being to fill with tears. No one had given this much thought to your birthday before. You wondered what you had done to deserve this. James took his hand and wiped away the single tear that had escaped,
"Did I do something to upset you, my love?" James was very concerned and confused by your reaction,
" Of course not. These are happy tears. Nobody has done so much for me before, I feel as if I don't deserve it, " you whispered, still holding the box in your hands, unopened.
" You deserve more than I can give you, dear. You deserve the world. In a world full of darkness, you are the only light, and you deserve to be shown that" James guided your hand to open the box,
You looked down at the black box and removed the lid. Inside, you saw the most perfect necklace you had ever seen. It glistened in the light, the diamonds were brighter than any necklace you had seen before, you couldnt believe this was for you.
"James, this is beautiful, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." You took it out of the box and handed it to him. He spun you around and placed the necklace on you. You felt the coldness on your neck, you couldnt wait to see yourself wearing it. James kissed your neck as he closed the clasp, he soun you back around to admire you in it.
"I'm truly lost for words," he said as his eyes moved across your neck. You walked over to the mirror and admired your gift. You felt like the most beautiful lady in the world.
" Now, one more thing before we leave my love." James walked out of the room and returned with a small cupcake with a lit candle. You couldn't help but smile.
" It's time to make your birthday wish Y/N," he hovered the cupcake under your face. You thought hard about what you would wish for. You blew the candle out and said, "I already have my wish, James."
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