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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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YOU KEEP YOUR SOCKS ON IN BED KEEP OUR HEARTS WARM ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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foolish lady, you're falling

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#writeblr #writers on tumblr #mental health #desiblr #desi shit posting #shitposting #shitpost #girlblogging #desi girl #girlhood #tumblr girls

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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#heckin heck WHAT

Highlights from the conference room where they nominated contenders for Word of the Year 2023:

• They put Skibidi Toilet on the projector to explain what “skibidi” means.

• Baby Gronk was mentioned.

• We discussed the Rizzler.

• “Cunty” was nominated.

• “Enshittification” was suggested for EVERY category.

• “Blue Check” (like from Twitter) was briefly defined as “Someone who will not Shut The Fuck Up”

• The person writing notes briefly defined babygirl as “referencing [The Speaker]”. He is now being called babygirl in the linguist groupchats.

• MULTIPLE people raised their hand to say “I cannot stress this enough: ‘Babygirl’ refers to a GROWN MAN”

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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public service announcement that this blog allows, encourages, or might i even put it as PRESSURIZE PRACTICE PROFESS PROPAGATE spamming!!!

feel like asking something? ASK

feel like you like what i write? SHOW LOVE THE WAY YOU LIKE

feel like you want to challenge me to a swordfight? GO AHEAD YOU ROYAL

the point is, DON'T HOLD BACK, your encouragements are jewels in my crown and your criticisms are like little snacks i feed on ravenously mmmm HUAHAHAHAHA

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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let me tell you what memory felt like

this is one of my most favourite rant-vent-prose-poetry thing ever. also i love it because it's very lengthy, i literally dumped every thought i had after a writer's block drought.

it talks about memories, processing trauma, healing, childhood, grief, disordered eating, lost love and abuse.

here's where you can read it:

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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bad... at... person...ing...

being a person waking up having a day so on and so forth :,(

#struggling #i can't figure this out for the life of me #vent #girlblogging #girlhood #im so tired #sick #life #writers on tumblr #shitposting #shitpost #depressing shit #desi shit posting #IT TAKES EVERYTHING IN ME JUST TO GET UP EACH DAY

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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but you're so delicious and i'm so angry. i am so angry. but what do i do? i think of your hands on my neck and i think of apologies and i think of scratching your face, your eyes out with my claws. i think of god. this is new. god must be hiccupping. god must be wondering. but god already knows, do they not? what a deranged woman, what an element, what a phenomenon, i think of god like some parent, and i hope they think of me like, "that's my daughter, that's my goddamn daughter". do you fear me yet? do you fear me? i want to eat you alive. i could eat you alive. my hand on your chest charges up with your heartbeat. i hate when your heart beats. i wish i could put all my anger, all my love somewhere. it is so heavy, so so heavy, and it pushes me to seek spaces who do not necessarily want me. you tell me you love my shoes and my jacket and my skirt and my legs and the only thing i can think of is killing you. but i tell you i love your lips and your neck and your hands on me (they burn my skin, your touch is hellfire) and we smile. the image of your body tangled up in mine is what fuels me for the rest of the night. potential. soon, my dream will come true. two bodies, only one heart left beating.

#literature #dark romance #romance quotes #romance #writeblr #queer writers

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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but you're so delicious and i'm so angry. i am so angry. but what do i do? i think of your hands on my neck and i think of apologies and i think of scratching your face, your eyes out with my claws. i think of god. this is new. god must be hiccupping. god must be wondering. but god already knows, do they not? what a deranged woman, what an element, what a phenomenon, i think of god like some parent, and i hope they think of me like, "that's my daughter, that's my goddamn daughter". do you fear me yet? do you fear me? i want to eat you alive. i could eat you alive. my hand on your chest charges up with your heartbeat. i hate when your heart beats. i wish i could put all my anger, all my love somewhere. it is so heavy, so so heavy, and it pushes me to seek spaces who do not necessarily want me. you tell me you love my shoes and my jacket and my skirt and my legs and the only thing i can think of is killing you. but i tell you i love your lips and your neck and your hands on me (they burn my skin, your touch is hellfire) and we smile. the image of your body tangled up in mine is what fuels me for the rest of the night. potential. soon, my dream will come true. two bodies, only one heart left beating.

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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hey everyone! :)

since I'm a new(-ish?) writeblr blog, I'd like to hear your opinion on my writing and any and all feedback through comments, asks or even though the messages! :D

Also, feel free to share advice on how all of this works haha!

#I'll do an intro later I think #writeblr #new writeblr #writing community #writing #writers on tumblr #new writer boost #new writers on tumblr #writers and poets #poets on tumblr #desiblr

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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Ask me not about my powers,

the weight of them is my sickness.

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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no you don't understand, i girl like a giggle because i'm a giggle

#desi shit posting #shitposting #shitpost #writeblr #writers on tumblr

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be my tangerine (wlw prose-poetry)

cup after cup after cup my body overflows with you, did i drink too much of you? (i'm sorry, i love you. i'm sorry i love you) this is how i imagine amniotic fluid must be, this orange glow, am i made of you now, or did i make you, and how much of you am i and how much of me are you? (remember when i ate a whole box of tangerines?)

how do we calculate, how do we count, when you're so fluid in your movements and you work with my breath like threadwork, you embroider me wholly, your sharp needles weaving in and out of my being, but decorating me by the end of it. everywhere i go, i see you, and when i see you, i see the world looking back at me and everything i know, i want to tell you and everything you tell me, i want to ingrain in my brain like my first language, i want to know you by instinct, more than a choice, and i want to love you on purpose.

i want to thank you for ruining my life (i love you) i want to tell you that if you think you're a weapon, a knife, something that pierces through, i'll be damned if i don't kiss all naked blades with your name on them, bleed my tongue and my teeth. i won't need

red lipsticks anymore.

you see, what i'm saying is, i want to carry your pretty ass home, and when you're not with me, i want to kiss the screen goodnight if it symbolises kissing your head, what i'm saying, my love, is that if you like orange flavoured candies, i'll make myself bite-sized and sugary-sweet, so you can consume me bit by bit, nibbling, giggling, lying next to me, breast to breast, bosom to bosom, your curves melting into mine, and i'll be damned if i don't combust into bright orange flames when you pass orange flavoured kisses into my mouth. fire, sweet sweet fire.

what i'm saying is, is that i want to absorb you completely, and never run out of you, write greasy cheesy love songs for you, inhale your scent (you're my tangerine), bruise my knuckles to fight for you, believe in a god just to keep repeating your name in every prayer i whisper,

and make it all religious,

your love of the starfish and the sea,

and the oranges, and maybe,

just maybe,

possibly me?

what i'm saying is, your love has the consistency of a lotion and the intensity of light,

my skin is starved of you,

will you colour my breath bright

orange

every other night?

/will you be my tangerine?/

(i'm not sorry anymore, i'm proud of loving you.)

#sapphic writing #sapphic women #sapphic blog #sapphic #sappho #wlw love #pride #lesbian #queer artist #spilled ink #bisexual #lesbian community #lesbian writing #bi community

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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my brain is stringed with wires who don't obey but you play those wires like harps with your beautiful hands, effortless and musical, you clasp my thighs when my empire trembles, you murder the stars for me, you wash my hair with sunlight, and sometimes i talk like an immortal but you never ask my age (i love you), and other times when the quiet steals me, you recite my thoughts better than my wiry mind can even conjure them up.

you make me dance in my sleep, hold my hand in the backseat. you handle my nerves like flower stems, and sometimes it hurts so much to see you loving so gently, so quiet in noise but so loud in intensity, as if when you see me, i'm the only thing you're seeing.

it hurts not in a sad, angry or hopeless way, it hurts because you handle my nerves like flower stems and the pain is soothed and i feel pity for god because now again, see how you have defeated him and his constant need to gift pain. you did it gently, and now he must be purple with rage, or maybe blue in repentance, but you, you don't care.

you only want flowers to grow from my old hands, you only want my flesh to glow pink and my brain wires to sing and to be able to devour me when want consumes us both, clasping my thigh, swinging me high, clinging onto each other.

never remind me how many lifetimes have passed with you because time is a godly conspiracy and i don't know what's time when i'm with you, it's just you're you. when i spread out my hands to fly one evening, you told me i looked like an aeroplane (i love you too).

i remember, a spider crawled on my wrist and i wept to god, telling him to bite me, to end it, and that instant, you flicked them both and you bit me neat (i'll never be the same.)

our mothers communicate to him in prayer. which one of them will tell him that he's fired already? that you, my lover, have accidentally dethroned him?

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thevioletdaffodil · 1 month

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be my tangerine (wlw prose-poetry)

cup after cup after cup my body overflows with you, did i drink too much of you? (i'm sorry, i love you. i'm sorry i love you) this is how i imagine amniotic fluid must be, this orange glow, am i made of you now, or did i make you, and how much of you am i and how much of me are you? (remember when i ate a whole box of tangerines?)

how do we calculate, how do we count, when you're so fluid in your movements and you work with my breath like threadwork, you embroider me wholly, your sharp needles weaving in and out of my being, but decorating me by the end of it. everywhere i go, i see you, and when i see you, i see the world looking back at me and everything i know, i want to tell you and everything you tell me, i want to ingrain in my brain like my first language, i want to know you by instinct, more than a choice, and i want to love you on purpose.

i want to thank you for ruining my life (i love you) i want to tell you that if you think you're a weapon, a knife, something that pierces through, i'll be damned if i don't kiss all naked blades with your name on them, bleed my tongue and my teeth. i won't need

red lipsticks anymore.

you see, what i'm saying is, i want to carry your pretty ass home, and when you're not with me, i want to kiss the screen goodnight if it symbolises kissing your head, what i'm saying, my love, is that if you like orange flavoured candies, i'll make myself bite-sized and sugary-sweet, so you can consume me bit by bit, nibbling, giggling, lying next to me, breast to breast, bosom to bosom, your curves melting into mine, and i'll be damned if i don't combust into bright orange flames when you pass orange flavoured kisses into my mouth. fire, sweet sweet fire.

what i'm saying is, is that i want to absorb you completely, and never run out of you, write greasy cheesy love songs for you, inhale your scent (you're my tangerine), bruise my knuckles to fight for you, believe in a god just to keep repeating your name in every prayer i whisper,

and make it all religious,

your love of the starfish and the sea,

and the oranges, and maybe,

just maybe,

possibly me?

what i'm saying is, your love has the consistency of a lotion and the intensity of light,

my skin is starved of you,

will you colour my breath bright

orange

every other night?

/will you be my tangerine?/

(i'm not sorry anymore, i'm proud of loving you.)

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thevioletdaffodil · 2 months

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always the savior, never the one to be saved.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writing #mental health #poets on tumblr #writing community #desiblr #saviour #savior #savior complex

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thevioletdaffodil · 2 months

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bread so good it makes your toes curl like mmmmmm

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thevioletdaffodil · 2 months

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#my favourite

One of my favourite tropes is "character who you wouldn't think is good with kids is actually great with kids"

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