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icarus-daedaluss · 3 days
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Slytherin Core 💚~🐍~🧪`
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greenacademian · 2 days
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xjackxv · 2 days
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𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎
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letterstoyourlove · 3 days
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I’ve been telling myself the reason I can’t write anymore is because I’m not sad. Because there’s no pain inside me to flow out of my trembling hands onto paper, there are no sorrows clouding my vision to make my poetry hazy.
I can see straight and sometimes I feel poetry needs to be twirly and zigzagg-y.
But, I’ve been trying to be sad lately. Trying to find wretchedness among the mists, among the nights I stay up laughing, trying to feel what I felt before, trying to pour poetry back into my veins. Maybe this is some stupid excuse.
But here’s how it really is. I keep finding myself beaming at unfamiliar faces and sipping hot chocolate over brunch dates with new friends, or falling back into rhythm with old ones.
Or that one time I snuck out to my best friend’s house and we danced to alcohol in our bodies but we were sober enough to remember one of the best nights of our life. So maybe there’s nothing poetic about this. Or maybe there is.
I know poetry is more beautiful than sad and there’s something really very beautiful about loving life.
-H.S.
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jack-spilledink · 2 days
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I want an old, wise professor or stranger to notice that dead spark in my eyes and draw me under their wing, and say,
“Show me your poems.”
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anneverapoetry · 2 days
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free-grandmaa · 11 hours
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"He said he was attracted to my resiliency."
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nipsyyy · 18 hours
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Watching everyone tell you how much you’ve changed,how selfish you’ve become, because you no longer love them is a weird kind of satisfaction.
I love them,I always will love them,but I stopped loving them unconditionally,and obviously it meant I would no longer be a doormat which was absolutely not tolerable to them.
-nipuna
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wedarkacademia · 2 months
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byzbi · 2 months
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themachomoron · 10 months
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If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing
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xjackxv · 2 days
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𝖂𝖊𝖊𝖐𝖘 14-15 𝖔𝖋 𝖚𝖓𝖎 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 11 months
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Richard siken / dave eggers
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rosieandthemoon · 5 months
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book of stars (c. 1500’s)
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