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★ 【@yueko】 「 ruanmei 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

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your presence brief, your mark engraved, tainting everything i own. You paint my memories white and gold— a beauty I can't disown. I walked away, yet still I know, I left with the heart you hold.

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A crushing wave collapsed upon the fragile concept of companionships, submerging the outstretched hand with relentless refusals, like the futile watering of a lifeless plant. Grief lingers, tender and raw—mourning not just a partner, But the ghost of shared memories, the specter of feelings once alive.

Yet as the tide dissolves, it reveals a sobering truth: The wave is not one of grief, but of quiet acceptance. The plant is dead, its roots withered beyond revival, And no flood of devotion can breathe life into its brittle frame.

Still, in the enveloping darkness, one may pause and ponder, Not the end itself, but the grace of release, The silent poetry of letting go.

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𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥! (~ 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘱: 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘴111)

~ 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗋𝗒, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍! (𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾)

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What I think is so crazy is that you can essentially immortalize yourself through writing. My fanfiction? It contains pieces of myself in it. The mannerisms of my characters, the random line about an allergy, or how they slice their sandwiches—it’s me. It’s all me. I am them and they are me and each and every one of my characters is a fragment of myself. I’ve never been truly whole when I’ve poured myself into everything that I’ve ever loved. All my characters, every facet and every detail. It’s all me. I love writing and it’s everything I’ve ever loved.

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The voice squeaks and cracks, imperfect and stammering; ruptured and shriveled, yet pure and stirring. Spoken with urgency, the words seemed to emerge as quickly as the thoughts formed. Twisted and wrong, mispronounced and rigid; they tumbled out. There was a yearning to slow down, to think, to truly listen. A longing to become the soft, steady voice that commands a room. But the desire to be heard overshadowed all else. In the end, regret lingered over the torrent of words, as confidence waned. Spoke too much, listened too little.

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—Virginia Woolf

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Her peculiar attraction: a radiance, a softness, an angel look.

Mary Shelley, Lodore (1835)

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𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴

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We are all born so beautiful, the greatest tragedy is being convinced we are not.

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'Scent and Sensibility'. Aaron Brent Harker.

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𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘳𝘺

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𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦

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Welcome to my Tumblr

About me:

☕️My tumblr consists of poetry, random thoughts, music, books, fashion, and more <3

🌫️ my Tumblr is my mood board and a peek into my mind.

🎼 Hobbies: Ice-skating, Playing the Piano, Photography, Writing, etc.

🎻 Some of my fav artist are: lana del rey, The Marias, Pil kyo, & Kang aru

🖤 Some of my favorite books are: Socrates defence, 50 words for rain, & lightlark

🍰 Some of my favorite random things are: cats, rain, sleeping, & classic jewelry

specific things in my Tumblr:

my 'poems' are tagged with #bittersweet sentiment

my photography are tagged with #sweet nothings

thank you for reading this <3