"You're self-obsessed" Eh there's worse things to be. I could be obsessed with someone else like a stalker, but I'm not.
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Moriarty
Dead
Inside is my new line
I’ll cause a scene
Demand a bow
It was all a game to you
Now the game is all mine.
Dull
The core of your mind
Where the angels all dance
Watch me glow in the night
You used to play with my fears
Now I play with your life.
~ A. A. Roman
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Lost among the living
If I were to only be awake at night and survive on blood and only that
I’d sacrifice everything my sunlight, just to have you back
Because truth be told, I haven’t been much alive ever since you left
I have been wasting time devouring the living instead.
I bled for all of them, I must confess!
It was a big mistake to leave the house that night for I have found her dead
Resting alongside the corpses in my backyard, sacrificed their souls for me
I’ve given them no choice but to let me swallow their last breath.
Been frightened lately, the wise detective and his method might be too good to leave me be
But I’ll be fine, I have a plan, he’ll soon join me for dinner and then we’ll see
I’ll take a rope and strap him tightly to a chair,
He won’t move, he won’t even dare to flinch when I’ll reveal my face to him.
Haven’t decided where to hide the bodies yet, haven’t been trying to clean the
scene
Don’t worry, my darling for I had time, I thought of everything
And it still baffles my mind how you didn’t find my ways not even a little repugnant
“My dear, oh, my dear! What I’ve done is not enough to wake you up from your eternal sleep.”
I looked inside the detective’s eyes and said to him: “You sir know too much! I
told you to keep the distance, I warned you to never follow me! I can’t tame the devil inside because I need him! I’m sorry if you’ll miss your human life and the whole happiness thing. If you’re so fond of this world, you shouldn’t have come after me. You should’ve remained in Hampstead and forget everything!”
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What's the point of loving someone if you don't worship the ground they walk on?!
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A group of teens outside keep yelling "I love you!" in romanian to eachother 😭
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🐻
🐻 = “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”
Don't worry, I would never!!
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🐹
🐹 = “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”
But I am intimidating
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🦊
Fairly intimidating, that's me 😎
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How Intimidating Am I?
Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”
Send 🐰 for barely intimidating
Send 🐭 for slightly intimidating
Send 🐱 for moderately intimidating
Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating
Send 🐯 for very intimidating
Send 🐻 for “MOTHER OF GOD PLEASE DON’T EAT ME–”
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NASA advertising "do you want to be an astronaut" to tumblr users surely means something. What have you found out there, NASA? What have you found that you believe tumblr users, specifically, are best equipped to handle?
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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
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I don't understand those accounts who follow zero people. Why do you exist?
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I don't want to be your friend
If you look past every word I ever spoke,
My intentions are sincere;
I don't care about those blue eyes,
You don't impress me, not one bit!
And when I dreamt of you the other night,
That was just my mind playing tricks on me.
So please don't come back, I will not care
I'm only looking for escapes,
I can't and I don't want to be your friend,
I'm cold and reckless,
You'll find no love in my embrace.
At best, we'll be lovers for a day
And then I'll say goodbye,
Never to think of you again.
~ A. A. Roman
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‘Tis the poets' season
They say autumn’s the poets’ season,
But I write better with the sun shining through;
Tattooed on my heart you’ll always find
Those marvellous summer days -
With butterflies in my belly and memories of all my favourite places,
The sweet scents of honey in the air;
Nothing will ever come close
To the rough sounds of tractors working in the distance,
Kites flying, children playing,
People dreaming underneath the sun…
It was all so simple, so beautiful
Our souls - always so restless
Our dreams, our little stories,
Our heaven
Before Autumn’s glory
When we’d part our ways
And meet new people
Always forced to start again
Autumn and her new beginnings!
Autumn, she brought our very end.
~ A. A. Roman
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Grey
I want to go back before things were too different
I want to relive those summers again
The same way I want you back unchained;
I want to go back to when life was more simple
I want to run on those fields again
The same way I want myself back, unchanged;
I want all or nothing from you, from this world
I want to live and die in your arms 1000 times again
The same way I did before everything turned grey.
~ A. A. Roman
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I don’t like myself
I don’t like myself today,
But I’m fine, it’s nice to be here.
Who says you can’t fall in love with a broken heart?
Who says I have to like myself first?
I can still feel happy inside
With an irredeemable soul.
I don’t like myself today,
Or tomorrow, or next year.
But I like you!
And if you want, I can write a story that will take us far away,
Or a poem that will outlive both of us
Baby, we don’t have to live forever to feel alive.
~ A. A. Roman
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