maybeyoumightseethis
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Somewhere on Google Maps, it's April 2009. There is a trampoline and a red wooden picnic table in the front yard. The streetlights glowed orange when they turned on at seven o'clock at night. I'm four years old and me and my siblings are having a water gun fight.
I can never go back.
But somewhere on Google Maps, it's April 2009, and Dad is watching over us up on the deck, and it looks shiny and new.
The deck's not there anymore; it rotted away, and the trampoline was swept off in a storm, and we burned the picnic table in a bonfire eight years ago.
And I can never go back, but somewhere on Google Maps, it's still April 2009.
#writing#google maps#growing up#nostalgia#2000s nostalgia#2000s#childhood memories#childhood nostalgia#writer
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“I only wish you could spend just five minutes beneath my skin and feel what it's like. Feel the savage swarming magic I feel.”
Claire-Louise Bennett - Pond
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when i see you in the supermarket in 20 years i hope i will have lived without regrets.
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I’ll never recover from that one time a girl I liked in high school told me I was the kind of girl John green wrote books about… no better way to be called hot and damaged in my opinion
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spoiler alert, it's literally just one of the Doctor's companions that swatted some New Earth flies or smth.
You were born with the unique power to see the most interesting "stat" of a person floating over their head. For most, it's stuff like "TIMES WON GAMES OF POKER: 43," or "PROMISES BROKEN: 105." Today, you glance up at someone sitting nearby to see "EXTRATERRESTRIALS KILLED: 27."
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my best friend is watching Doctor Who for the first time and she just told me she hopes the Doctor tells Rose he loves her...
This is a canon event I fear. I cannot intervene
#doctor who#time petals#rose tyler#david tennant#tenth doctor#tenrose#billie piper#i hope she doesn't kill me for not telling her
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she liked the way it felt.
when jack frost came 'round to bite.
when snowflakes were white freckles that kissed her on both eyes.
clinging to her lashes, melting if she cried.
making her grin stupidly, cracking lips he dried.
she couldn't help herself--
not when he came by, but to stay outside for hours,
and listen to him sigh.
#poetry#midnight poem#winter aesthetic#original poem#writing#english major#writer#romantic#yearning#jack frost#poem
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Doctor Who season 4 is so delightful because you can tell that The Doctor, on occasion, straight up forgets that he's sad and burned because he's busy being in a sci-fi buddy comedy. And then something will remind him and he'll be like oh! I'm sad and burdened! And Donnas almost always there to be like 'hi sad and burdened. I'm Donna' and he has a completely proportional reaction like 'i would die a thousand deaths for you'.
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My English prof (who I want to be when I grow up) called Simone de Beauvoir's The Second Sex a "banger" today, and this is why I study the humanities.
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I'm not saying we should bring back guillotines or anything but there's a reason the French have decent social programs...
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One day, I'll look at you and ask if you remember the day that it snowed and didn't stop. You were going to take me to your favourite bookstore, but the buses weren't running anymore. As the snow built up in sweeping drifts, we walked to the convenience store for pizza pops and watched a Studio Ghibli movie. I started to walk home, and it was just so beautiful I couldn't imagine experiencing it alone. So I walked back up the hill to your house and invited you out to play. And I look back on that day now and remember we're not eighteen anymore. I remember that it's actually been a while since we were eighteen, and we'll never be that young again. Now we're in different cities, talking to different people. And part of me still belongs to you, the day we jumped in the snow banks.
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what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy
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i'm currently heartbroken by this one post i saw on the unsent project that just says, "you were always the poem."
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please either create or send me a TenRose edit to Hoziers cover of Do I Wanna Know
im looking to cry today
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tiktok refugees i believe you are few but it is VITAL that you know on tumblr you can speak freely. kill. die. sex. fuck. you can say things here
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It was a kind of intimacy or another.
Maybe it was just the fact that you and I were the only two people in the room looking at each other and trying not to laugh.
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