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Update guys:

So, there is this boy, right? The one with anger issues.

So, my class today had a tennis lesson in PE. I'm not very good at it. Not only at it, I'm not good at any sport at all. And, I have this profound contempt about any sport in general. I know, it's wrong, but not being good at sports sucks.

After some little warming up, and some practice, my teacher found out that I was quite good at it. A talent or something. Said that I had a good aim and a great strike. Not bad as a first time.

Anyway, I was put in a team with two boys, that were way better than me. After some time practicing, my team was suddenly winning many points, from which a considerable part were mine. Amazing! The boys were cheering me up, telling me how good I was getting at it. It felt nice.

From the other side of the tennis court, that boy ( let's call him Gee for convenience) was watching us, me more precisely, with a pair of eyes ready to explode. Without waiting, he yelled : "The next match will be you three against my team. I will destroy you all!"

I did not pay him much attention, I'm an oblivious person most of the time, but the boys in my team told me Gee was about to go bananas.

For the next ten to twenty minutes, our match was so intense, I thought I was playing the Olympics. At a point, I stopped and asked what was happening; right, guys, it was my first time, I was not a regular player at tennis. I missed most of the points because he either would strike really hard, or the ball would be too fast for me to catch. I'm really slow at running.

After the game finished, I went straight to him, and asked him what was wrong with him. He almost killed me, figuratively, but almost.

Without putting a thought to it, he told me: "They were making you happy; you were laughing with them. With them and not with me."

I lost it there. What does that mean? Was I not supposed to be happy?

God, I really don't like that guy. So much negative energy around him, he gives me goosebumps everytime.

Hello, Tumblr good fellows. Sooo, I have been meaning to share a story that has been occupying my head for quite a long time now.

The other day, at school, I realized that Love is a form of pain everyone experiences in different ways.

Let me explain.

I love writing poetry. It helps me concentrate and calm myself, especially when I feel alarmed. I tend to feel alarmed many times, from the external environment or my thoughts, depends.

So I was writing this poem about a boy that ghosted me out of blue. Not that it pained me that much, it just bothered me. I was wondering what happened.

This other boy, behind me, has been reading every word I was putting on paper.

Now, for reference, I write a lot and nobody cares. No one pays enough attention to what I do. Actually, I am a ghost in my class, nobody notices me.

I was struggling to find a rhyme, and I hear him whispering some words that rhymed. I turn back to thank him; he asks me what happened and when did that happen. I was taken aback. Nobody ever asked me anything. Not that I mind, don't get me wrong. I thrive in solitude.

I didn't want to talk about it. But he insisted. So I gave him only a brief description of the story. He made an odd face and with a matter of factly voice replied and I quote : " You're a good girl, don't settle for any less than your standards are. Find the muse to your poetry, not the ignorant."

Guys, please! What was that supposed to mean? In three years of school, I had never ever spoken to him and vice versa. And I even thought he looked intimidating. He even has severe anger issues and very little self control.

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Hello, Tumblr good fellows. Sooo, I have been meaning to share a story that has been occupying my head for quite a long time now.

The other day, at school, I realized that Love is a form of pain everyone experiences in different ways.

Let me explain.

I love writing poetry. It helps me concentrate and calm myself, especially when I feel alarmed. I tend to feel alarmed many times, from the external environment or my thoughts, depends.

So I was writing this poem about a boy that ghosted me out of blue. Not that it pained me that much, it just bothered me. I was wondering what happened.

This other boy, behind me, has been reading every word I was putting on paper.

Now, for reference, I write a lot and nobody cares. No one pays enough attention to what I do. Actually, I am a ghost in my class, nobody notices me.

I was struggling to find a rhyme, and I hear him whispering some words that rhymed. I turn back to thank him; he asks me what happened and when did that happen. I was taken aback. Nobody ever asked me anything. Not that I mind, don't get me wrong. I thrive in solitude.

I didn't want to talk about it. But he insisted. So I gave him only a brief description of the story. He made an odd face and with a matter of factly voice replied and I quote : " You're a good girl, don't settle for any less than your standards are. Find the muse to your poetry, not the ignorant."

Guys, please! What was that supposed to mean? In three years of school, I had never ever spoken to him and vice versa. And I even thought he looked intimidating. He even has severe anger issues and very little self control.

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Oh this amazing autumnal view. I wish I could teletransport.

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I love poppies, adore them even. But pink 💗 poppies? Instant ❤️

instagram | esthershave

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Gee, if this isn't what paradise looks like, I don't know what is.

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Your skills are amazing, let me tell you. I don't know who you are, but you're doing an amazing work with you art.

Your art is fine as wine the more it ages. I love all your color paletes. And those skeleton Flowers? Breathtaking!

Skeleton Flower

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Oh to live in a cottage and cook and wonder around all day long, without a care about the world.

ig: the.girl.with.the.plums

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I love it. The color palete looks fire 🔥.

Beneath the Sun

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God, sometimes I just wish to be immersed there.

by 夜の旅人さんのページ

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If this isn't like those magical potions from Barbie!

crystal potion

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It gets even better. Great job!

A repaint of my older work: Star Maker

The original 2019 version

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It feels magical!

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Thought you might enjoy what I was writing ✍️.

Hello, Tumblr good fellows. Sooo, I have been meaning to share a story that has been occupying my head for quite a long time now.

The other day, at school, I realized that Love is a form of pain everyone experiences in different ways.

Let me explain.

I love writing poetry. It helps me concentrate and calm myself, especially when I feel alarmed. I tend to feel alarmed many times, from the external environment or my thoughts, depends.

So I was writing this poem about a boy that ghosted me out of blue. Not that it pained me that much, it just bothered me. I was wondering what happened.

This other boy, behind me, has been reading every word I was putting on paper.

Now, for reference, I write a lot and nobody cares. No one pays enough attention to what I do. Actually, I am a ghost in my class, nobody notices me.

I was struggling to find a rhyme, and I hear him whispering some words that rhymed. I turn back to thank him; he asks me what happened and when did that happen. I was taken aback. Nobody ever asked me anything. Not that I mind, don't get me wrong. I thrive in solitude.

I didn't want to talk about it. But he insisted. So I gave him only a brief description of the story. He made an odd face and with a matter of factly voice replied and I quote : " You're a good girl, don't settle for any less than your standards are. Find the muse to your poetry, not the ignorant."

Guys, please! What was that supposed to mean? In three years of school, I had never ever spoken to him and vice versa. And I even thought he looked intimidating. He even has severe anger issues and very little self control.

[pixieautumntwinkle]

Hello, Tumblr good fellows. Sooo, I have been meaning to share a story that has been occupying my head for quite a long time now.

The other day, at school, I realized that Love is a form of pain everyone experiences in different ways.

Let me explain.

I love writing poetry. It helps me concentrate and calm myself, especially when I feel alarmed. I tend to feel alarmed many times, from the external environment or my thoughts, depends.

So I was writing this poem about a boy that ghosted me out of blue. Not that it pained me that much, it just bothered me. I was wondering what happened.

This other boy, behind me, has been reading every word I was putting on paper.

Now, for reference, I write a lot and nobody cares. No one pays enough attention to what I do. Actually, I am a ghost in my class, nobody notices me.

I was struggling to find a rhyme, and I hear him whispering some words that rhymed. I turn back to thank him; he asks me what happened and when did that happen. I was taken aback. Nobody ever asked me anything. Not that I mind, don't get me wrong. I thrive in solitude.

I didn't want to talk about it. But he insisted. So I gave him only a brief description of the story. He made an odd face and with a matter of factly voice replied and I quote : " You're a good girl, don't settle for any less than your standards are. Find the muse to your poetry, not the ignorant."

Guys, please! What was that supposed to mean? In three years of school, I had never ever spoken to him and vice versa. And I even thought he looked intimidating. He even has severe anger issues and very little self control.

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Finally, someone said it.

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I already reached the "old enough" age. I better live in a fairytale like this in the future with all the hopes I have in me.

“Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.” ♡

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Snow is one of those elements that makes you refeel and remember many things you thought you forgot.

Snow is one of those elements that freezes you when touched, but makes you feel alive and wonders you.

Snow is one of those elements that mesmerizes you with its whiteness and its purity and makes you feel full of joy just for looking at it.

Snow is snow, it is wonderful as much as cold.