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in a futuristic dystopian society, air and sunlight must be purchased. people would have to work to live (literally). what would the social caste system look like in this society?
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my stubborn worry commands I quit, save myself the heartache of unfulfilled expectations
everything around me — synchronicities, signs, billboards, 333s on gas stations, words from my mother — tells me to persist
I guess what I choose to do from this point onward will define my worth and my waste.
Fulfilled purpose?
Wasted potential?
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it's january, and the cold is turning me into a hypochondriac. my joints are swelling, my skin is cracking, my spirits are dwindling.
the city is harsh for an island girl. i miss the nurturing warmth of the sun. i miss the sound of the waves. the smell of the sand.
where has all the magic gone?
#winter#winter blues#january#sylvia plath#cold city#writing prompt#pictures sourced from pinterest#tumblr fyp#moodboard#grey moodboard#autobiographical#monochrome#character inspo#writerblr
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don't think
i can
do it anymore
it's so heavy
i'm quite tired
of it all
sometimes, i think the devil wasn't thrown from the heavens in punishment.
i think he flung himself, hoping to end it all, for once.
i think he was tired. unbearably tired. dense like a dying star finally collapsing into itself.
if there was any human-like quality to him in that moment, i think he was tired.
#mood swings#a cornucopia of fleeting moods#snapshot of my current mood#sad girl core#winter blues#existential#grey moodboard#monochrome moodboard#unorthodox#rot girl winter#i'd like to be good enough#good enough#sourced from pinterest#dark moodboard#sad moodboard#iykyk#those who get it get it#persistent state of sadness#it never leaves
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loving you is my religion
intro: like a moth to its flame, I thought of nothing but what it would feel like to be held in the sun's warmth; to be shone upon, to be seen and held and loved in my entirety, in transparency, in sincerity. for once. for the first time.
outro: but the sun, though beautiful, isn't kind. it is harsh, it is disciplined and punitive. I should've recalled the tale of Icarus. it shouldn't have come as a surprise when my skin seared and my wings scorched. i burned for you. because of you.
#greek mythology#unrequited love#yellow core#sunflowers#sun#apollo#sunlight#some loves are holy#deadly beauty#tragic love story#greek tragedy#writing prompt#sourced from pinterest#icarus#Helios and Clytie
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I wanna be defined by the things that I love


Not the things I hate

Not the things I'm afraid of
Taylor Swift, 'Daylight' (2019)
#be what you love#eternal romantic#romanticize life#the little things#fall in love with the little details#life is richly concentrated amongst them#feeling sweet#feeling rosy#feeling nurturing#lovely#kind#love#happiness#pink#sourced from pinterest#lover girl
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