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#poem of the deep song
mournfulroses · 11 months
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Federico García Lorca, translated by Carlos Bauer, from Poem of the Deep Song; "Dialogo del Amargo,"
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You can't wait until life isn't hard anymore before you decide to be happy.
k.b. // r.i.p. jane nightbird
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wordswithloveee · 3 months
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mqmotivate · 3 days
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I hate that the memories I still have about you are too good to ever go bad. -k.b.
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bymarahh · 1 month
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his smile is fuel for the sun ☀️ and i am the ignition 🕯️
@bymarahh
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adacayifedaisi · 2 months
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I could drown myself in someone like you I could dive so deep I never come out
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sassywiththesas · 4 months
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"One day I'll break those chains.
I feel so tired from all these days.
U make me feel so special and so waisted.
U make me feel anxiety rushing through my body."
-Azariah |Four moods|
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when I find you
there is something that happens in the presence of a beloved
a space with lanterns of so many hues
it feels like your heart has wings
and the light is soft and bright all around you
in sweet solitude one can find entire galaxies
softly haloing around you with soft glows of invitation
like the midsummer night surrounded my fireflies
like a sword that turns your heart to ice and stone
making you just useless for anyone else
trust is not the truth of righteousness
it is a crystal that slows in darkness
it is a peace that harmonizes and harbors you
copper and jewel windchimes hanging from branches
while you walk hand in hand in a blooming forest
it's looking up and seeing seven hawks in one sky
literally had that happen a few days ago
it's surprising when things work out right all in a row
sometimes you forget how to keep a treasure
and don't learn how to cherish it until you break it
and have to learn how to fix it and wind it slowly
even if you're impatient for the music in the box to play
what happens when someone looks at you in a million pieces
and it doesn't make them want to smile or run away
what happens when everything begins fitting together
I'm a tailor so I'm used to designing my own way
with a needle and thread that don't take up much space
and do well to keep everything together and allow movement
when things just softly fit I'm not used to it
kids are chaos and absolutely destroy everything
but it doesn't matter because they have pure hearts
I'm waking up from a sad dream to find myself
exactly where I always wanted to be
and you're looking at me
and it fucking scares me to death by the way
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nightmarist · 2 years
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Solas: Our people used to be here. Sera: Pfft, you say that everywhere. Solas: It is more true than you want to believe. Sera: I bet, right? Who wants to think about stepping on dead elves? Solas: Din elvhen emma him? Sera: Oh, you felt that one.
Din - Death, the dead Elvhen - elves, the people, etc Emma - within, deep, very, really (adverb?) Him - become, to lead
Potentially: Do you want to become a dead elf? (a threat)
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pursuingtheway · 3 months
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I WANT TO DO GOOD...
...So I find this law at work: although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. 
For in my inner being I delight in God’s law;  but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me.  
What a wretched man I am!
Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death?  
Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!...
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...So I find this law at work: although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. 
For in my inner being I delight in God’s law;  but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me.  
What a wretched man I am!
Who will rescue me from this body that is subject to death?  
Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!...
-Rm
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I hate that the memories I still have about you are too good to ever go bad.
k.b. // astrid s - expiration date
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wordswithloveee · 3 months
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brownsugar4hersoul · 5 months
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violetthunderstorm · 11 months
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T⍑ᒷ b⚍∷╎ᒷ↸ c╎ℸ ̣ ||
L𝙹リ⊣ ᔑ⊣𝙹 ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ∴ᔑᓭ ᔑ
tᔑꖎᒷ リ𝙹∴ ꖎ𝙹リ⊣ ⎓𝙹∷⊣𝙹ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ᒷリ
lᒷ⊣ᒷリ↸ᓭ ꖎ𝙹ᓭℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ℸ ̣ ╎ᒲᒷ
o⎓ ᔑ ᓵ╎ℸ ̣ || ↸ᒷᒷ!¡
fᔑ∷ ʖᒷꖎ𝙹∴ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᒷᔑ∷ℸ ̣ ⍑
oリᓵᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑∷╎⍊╎リ⊣ ᔑʖ𝙹⍊ᒷ
f∷𝙹ᒲ ᔑ ↸╎ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑリℸ ̣ ∴𝙹∷ꖎ↸
a !¡𝙹∷ℸ ̣ ᔑꖎ ℸ ̣ ��ᔑ⍊ᒷꖎꖎᒷ↸
n𝙹∴ ꖎ𝙹リ⊣ℸ ̣ ╎ᒲᒷ ᔑʖᔑリ↸𝙹リᒷ↸
a ᓵ╎ℸ ̣ || ↸ᒷᓵᔑ||ᒷ↸
f∷𝙹ᒲ ↸ᒷᓵᔑ|| ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓭꖌ⚍ꖎꖌ
fᒷᓭℸ ̣ ᒷ∷ᒷ↸ ∷ᒷᓭᒷリℸ ̣ ᒲᒷリℸ ̣ ╎リ
t⍑ᒷ ʖᒷ╎リ⊣ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣ 𝙹リᓵᒷ
hᔑ↸ ʖᒷᒷリ ⊣⚍ᔑ∷↸╎ᔑリᓭ 𝙹⎓
t⍑ᒷ ᓵ╎ℸ ̣ || 𝙹リᓵᒷ ᓭ⍑╎リ╎リ⊣
n𝙹∴ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ|| ᔑℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ᔑᓵꖌ ℸ ̣ ⍑𝙹ᓭᒷ
w⍑𝙹 ↸ᔑ∷ᒷ ℸ ̣ 𝙹 ↸╎ᓭℸ ̣ ⚍∷ʖ
t⍑ᒷ ↸ᒷᓵᔑ||ᒷ↸ ∷⚍╎リᓭ
b⚍ℸ ̣ ∷ᒷᓭᒷリℸ ̣ ᒲᒷリℸ ̣ ⎓ᒷᓭℸ ̣ ᒷ∷ᓭ
e⍊ᒷリ ↸ᒷᒷ!¡ᒷ∷ リ𝙹∴
rᒷᓭᒷリℸ ̣ ᒲᒷリℸ ̣ 𝙹⎓ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ∴𝙹∷ꖎ↸
t⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑ↸ ⎓𝙹∷⊣𝙹ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷᒲ
n𝙹∴ ᓭꖌ⚍ꖎꖌ ʖᒷ⊣╎リᓭ ℸ ̣ 𝙹
s!¡∷ᒷᔑ↸ ⎓⚍∷ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ ᔑꖎ𝙹リ⊣
t⍑ᔑリ ᒷ⍊ᒷ∷ ʖᒷ⎓𝙹∷ᒷ
rᒷᔑᓵ⍑╎リ⊣ ⚍!¡ ℸ ̣ 𝙹∴ᔑ∷↸ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ
s⚍∷⎓ᔑᓵᒷ ╎ℸ ̣ ∴ᔑリℸ ̣ ᓭ ℸ ̣ 𝙹
eᓭᓵᔑ!¡ᒷ ᔑリ↸ ᒲᔑꖌᒷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ
w𝙹∷ꖎ↸ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑ↸ ⎓𝙹∷⊣𝙹ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ᒷリ
fᒷᔑ∷ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ ᓵ∷ᒷᔑℸ ̣ ⚍∷ᒷᓭ 𝙹⎓
t⍑ᒷ b⚍∷╎ᒷ↸ c╎ℸ ̣ ||
(translation)
The Buried City
Long ago there was a
Tale now long forgotten
Legends lost to time
Of a city deep
Far below the earth
Once thriving above
From a distant world
A portal travelled
Now longtime abandoned
A city decayed
From decay the skulk
Festered resentment in
The beings that once
Had been guardians of
The city once shining
Now they attack those
Who dare to disturb
The decayed ruins
But resentment festers
Even deeper now
Resentment of the world
That had forgot them
Now skulk begins to
Spread further along
Than ever before
Reaching up towards the
Surface it wants to
Escape and make the
World that had forgotten
Fear the creatures of
The Buried City
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trickstersaint · 1 year
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adam opens his eyes in the laboratory // april 8 2023
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khandedoe · 5 months
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I learned too late in life that I shouldn't have had to try and make my mom love me.
Most times I felt like a cub eaten by its mother while in her presence.
But still all I worried was if I was good enough.
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