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wedarkacademia · 11 months ago
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wrathofachilleus · 1 year ago
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born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a percievable entity
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velartis · 6 months ago
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Franz Kafka, 1912
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academicfever · 2 days ago
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95/100
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bebx · 2 years ago
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blurredcoffeeforme · 22 hours ago
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The last day of June became the day her eyes saw the moon for the last time. The moon took her heart away in exchange for peace of mind. Now she can do nothing but to wait for July to pass by.
Let my soul be soaked in the moonlight for a bit longer as I am the moon's child, and she understands my solitude. June can wait.
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shakespearesdaughters · 3 months ago
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dionysian-mystery · 6 months ago
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Are you becoming what you've always hated?
Isle of Dogs / Game of Thrones / Painting by Jenn Mazza / Unknown / Ancestral Memory by Hari Alluri / Unknown / Venetta Octavia / Emma Tranter / Unknown / Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo / @ machineryangel
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istilllovingyou · 2 days ago
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wedarkacademia · 2 days ago
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“I believe poetry happens to a poet long before they ever write it.”
— Enzo Silon Surin
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cordiee · 3 days ago
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Wrapped in warmth, kissed by fall
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ryepoetry · 3 days ago
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I'm envious that you will never know The storms I faced, the undertow— The battles fought behind my eyes, The silent screams, the strangled cries.
To you, I seem so calm, composed, Like petals soft and gently closed. But roots grow deep in blood and pain; I've walked through fire, through loss, through rain.
You see the bloom, the grace, the smile, Not all the rage I’ve tamed awhile. You taste the peace I offer now, But not the war I won't allow.
This quiet voice, this tender hand, Were forged in ways you’d never stand. Each act of kindness, word sincere, Was wrestled from a place of fear.
So when you say I’m sweet, serene, Know gentleness is rarely clean. It’s earned through scars and sleepless nights, Through choosing love instead of fights.
I do not wish my path on you— The shattered things I walked into. But still I hope you understand: Softness can come from broken land.
-RYE
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luciferslilith7 · 2 days ago
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How can a story never die?
@luciferslilith7
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baltering · 2 days ago
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The Circus
Bath, Somerset, England
35mm film
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butibelieveindivinity · 15 hours ago
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