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fedupwithyou · 2 months
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Would my wings melt
if I flew too high?
Or would I soar above the clouds
so high even stardust would envelop me
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vanyafresita · 2 months
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after seeing this post by the artist afkeii on instagram, i got inspired to write a poem... and then i drew something to make it into a zine...
the way i feel about romantic love is... complicated... but i've known i'm on the aromantic spectrum for over a year now ! yippiee !
if you'd like to have a physical copy, feel free to [download the print version here] , and check [how to put it together / make a 8-page zine here]
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girlstressed · 1 month
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i met a girl today who was standing behind me in the coffee shop line and (mind you i had never spoken to her in my life) she pointed at two coffee cups that hadn’t been picked up and she said “oh isn’t that kind of romantic?” i have not been able to stop thinking about this
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sayrahtonin · 18 days
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Divinity will stain the fingertips and mouth like pomegranate. Swallow you whole and spit you out, I’m left wine-dark and wanting. i desperately reach out for it again, and again.. my greedy human fingers clutching at every part of you i could reach. Let the divine curl around my veins and slowly take me over- it won’t let me leave quietly. I feel divinity in my bones- aching like fire.
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oscarwilds · 2 years
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the feminine urge to dedicate my life to books...just leave everything and escape to a library.
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shadowbrightshine · 5 months
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Glamrock fronnie having echos to their original forms of springbonnie and fredbear,
But now both alive without the souls of the dead, free from the bloody history their ancestors have built over decades.
They can be whole together without the life of another.
Echoing the surface wonderful working relationship of Henry and William before the children died, before the first child lost his life. The little restaurant with two revolutionary animatronics singing and playing guitar to the people of Utah.
Now far in the future, a band of four all performing to crowds in the largest mall the franchise could hope for, and up there, Bonnie and Freddy are still singing and playing together.
But this time there aren't any humans inside them for things to fall apart.
Henry and William are gone. The children either moved on or they're in someone else. This is living animatronic robot love.
No matter how many generations pass, there's a bunny and a bear somewhere.
And now they can leave the soiled relationship of two men fighting and killing and grieving. They can leave the two boys, the four children clinging to their metal prisons for revenge or just because they don't know how to get away. They can leave the vengeful souls and undead determination to survive behind.
They're free now. With echos of a past neither would remember or want to know about. The evil isn't in Bonnie anymore.
No longer killer and victim of Henry and William. No longer children sharing the long nights in a little building, lives stolen away. No longer power unbalanced as a hand puppet and maniac.
Two equals onstage together. Like Springbonnie and Fredbear were supposed to be all those decades ago.
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verk0my · 8 months
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I think it’s time to rewatch the greatest movie of all time which is the fall (2006) by tarsem singh
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shelivesthepoetryyy · 11 months
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With you in my heart I can bear everything. - Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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desamorce · 5 months
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fedupwithyou · 2 months
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I wish they would notice
the silent screams
the silent tears
The sadness ripping trough my body
leaving it empty
and void
I wish they would notice
as I lay in the dark
not the only one in body
but the only one in heart
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euesworld · 1 year
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"She was sexy in ways that you could never fathom, such a deep soul.. she would touch the deepest parts of you in the most intimate ways. She would caress your heart and feel around the darkness to see what she could spark to life, always bringing life where her fingertips tread.. every touch the most intimate encounter. She didn't talk much but when she did, the room would light up.. and that smile, oh how the sheer beauty alone could boggle the mind and heart. She is sexy in this way, so sexy that when she leaves.. a sadness creeps in, leaving you craving for more. She is kind, sweet, beautiful and so deserving of love.."
She lights me up like a match and snatches my heart with a laugh - eUë
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bymarahh · 6 days
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avoiding love
@bymarahh
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deliriiuumm · 2 years
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how terribly on brand for five to quote homer’s odyssey to reggie the first time they meet in the 60s. the odyssey, a story abt a man who spent years going on heroic quests and finding his way home
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corpseprxnce · 2 months
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This morning.
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anapdsbb · 1 month
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A maturidade vem com a experiência. Uma lição de maturidade é que devemos aprender a não levar nossos pensamentos a tão sério e a moderar nosso ego para enxergar o panorama mais amplo.
Estar certo não é nem de longe tão importante quanto ser feliz com alguém.
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