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Botanical Garden, Jena, Germany - March 2025

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Architecture of Pašman, Otok Pašman, Croatia - August 2023

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it’s my birthday!

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I LOVE SPOTIFY!!!!

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Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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I met my younger self for coffee.

I met my younger self for coffee.

I 5 minutes early, order a coffee,

Picking at my fingers as I wait,

my leg bouncing under the table.

She shows up on time, despite it all,

A grief stricken 15 year old angry at the world,

she struggled to leave her bed.

She wears a sweater and jeans in the middle of summer and only I know why,

wanting herself covered to prevent the sour taste she thought she left in people’s mouth,

ashamed of her scars, her body, her entire self.

I sit across from her in a t-shirt and jeans,

as she quietly orders something for herself,

I watch her, examine her, the tear stained eyes, the tired pale face, I see it all,

She covers it up with a smile and some jokes, but i know her deep down, i know she’s struggling as for I was once her.

I ache to tell her it’ll get easier,

that she’ll still have bad days but not too many,

that there will be a day where you feel the world isn’t out to get you,

I watch her in pride knowing she’ll carry on,

she will survive for us,

and I will live for us.

wow! first piece writing again and posting. be gentle, i know it may not be fantastic but it’s my experience. i just poured thoughts onto page! i feel for my younger self, she was so lost and i wish i was there to guide her but she did it all herself. that girl turns 19 in 4 days, an age she thought she’d never see. i love you, be kind to yourself

- Gemma Rose, March 2024 ☘️💌

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had to join in! here’s the link to my spotify below also, need more moots! always looking for new music :) 💌

1. La Chona - Los Tucanes De Tijuana

2. End Of The Road - Boyz II Men

3. Shot In The Dark - Kingfishr

4. Let Down - Radiohead

5. Tears Dry On Their Own - Amy Winehouse

6. Morning Theft - Jeff Buckley

7. It Ain’t Me Babe - Timothée Chalamet & Monica Barbaro (cover)

8. Of Land And Sea - Amble

9. Blinded By Your Grace, Pt. 2 - Stormzy & MNEK

10. Do I Wanna Know? Live At the BBC - Hozier (cover)

music shuffle game

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends to do the same

thank you for the tag @moonymoom <3

Nights Like These - Pigeon Pit

What's My Age Again - Blink-182

Last Kiss (Taylor's Version) - Taylor Swift

brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

Smack That - Akon, Eminem

That's So True - Gracie Abrams

I miss you, I'm sorry - Gracie Abrams

Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

Cocoon - Milky Chance

it boy - bbno$

(i'm sorry, i can't stop laughing this is the widest variety but it's also so entirely me)

np tags: @ixekizumab @starsandsnakes @arviyya @claudthecat @mywifeisaworm @anotheronebites-the-dust @my-castles-crumbling @shoopsthereitis @violetwhisperswolfstar and @vanitatum-vanitass

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need to get in touch with my creative side more. maybe expect some writing pieces/poetry. it would be my first time posting that kind of stuff so when i do, please be gentle. thank you to my dear friend @annispillowfort for igniting my creative side once again with her beautiful work, check her out!! :)

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Donegal, Ireland.

August, 2024. My picture <3

(credit me if you repost :P)

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Sligo, Ireland.

August, 2024. My picture <3

(credit me if you repost :P)

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"just wanted to hear your voice" actually means a lot.

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I wanted all of her, not just what was pretty; I wanted her broken and bad, her wild, and her winters; anyone can love for a season, but I wanted the years.

Jose Chaves

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covered in morning dew

2025/03/01

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In Another Universe

Half daughter, half apology,

I tread softly, my steps a psalm of sorry—

for things I never did,

for the space I dared to occupy,

for the silence I wrapped myself in to keep the peace.

My voice, a fragile thread, unraveled before it could weave.

In another universe, I didn’t grow up angry

and you didn’t grow up sad.

Our words weren’t weapons,

our silences weren’t shields.

We spoke freely, and the echoes stayed kind.

The world didn’t ask us to shrink,

to fold, to break ourselves

into smaller and smaller pieces.

But here, I am the meek eldest daughter,

terror wrapped in grace,

a portrait of perfection framed by fear.

I am the good girl,

the quiet storm that never touches ground.

I am seen but not known,

heard but never truly listened to.

Yet in another universe, I fight.

I claw my way through expectations,

fingers bloodied but strong.

I scream until my voice rises,

fierce and unrelenting,

no longer borrowed, no longer bound.

I argue until my tongue aches,

spilling truths like rivers breaking dams.

In that universe,

I am not a paper girl folded into corners.

I am steel, I am fire,

I am a girl who refuses to be ignored.

And maybe, just maybe,

in that universe, you see me—

not as half apology, but whole.

A daughter not afraid to grow,

a voice not afraid to roar.

oh, my dear sweet anni...

the things i'd give to go back in time just to hold her. i wouldn't speak, i wouldn't have to. she would appreciate the quiet for once, her small shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs as she would bask in my warmth. oh, how desperate she'd be for a hug. and how scared she'd be to ask for one.

so i'd hug her. arms wrapped tightly around her form, straightening her spine for her, rounded from years of hiding and ducking away into corners. she'd be so small in my arms, so full of shame and anger. too much anger for such a little body.

and when her tears would have soaked my shirt and her shoulders stopped shaking, i'd cup her little face, her round cheeks would fit perfectly in the hollow of my palms and i wouldn't say a word, i'd just look at her. see her. for what she truly is, for what she was supposed to be: a child.

and when i'd have to leave again i would kiss her forehead gently, speaking the only words that would matter to her: i'm so proud of you.

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how talented is my friend 💌

Against the Tide

They told me I would break—

that loss like this leaves nothing behind

but shards too sharp to gather,

a wound that never heals,

a shadow too heavy to escape.

But they don’t know what grief can build.

From ashes, I grew roots,

my pain burrowing deep

to find the strength beneath.

Each tear watered the soil,

and I rose, brittle but alive,

facing the sun with trembling defiance.

I should have stayed small,

they said.

Folded into the corners of sorrow,

too crushed to stand.

But I learned to stitch myself together

with the thread of every what if

I could never answer.

My tragedy did not end me.

It became a forge,

fire licking at my edges,

molding me into something

unyielding.

I am the stone the waves couldn’t wear down.

I am the tree whose branches reach higher

because of the storms that bent it.

I am the quiet rebellion of a flower

that blooms in the crack of a broken world.

This is my triumph:

Not forgetting,

not erasing,

but standing tall with the weight of loss

balanced on my shoulders,

proving to myself,

and to the universe,

that I am still here.

Let the odds stack against me.

Let the world doubt my strength.

I’ve walked through fire,

and I carry the scars not as reminders of pain,

but as proof of survival.

You don’t defeat someone

who has already faced the worst

and learned to rise.