thedivinepoetdani

[thedivinepoetdani]

If you're a writer you're supposed to write a lot of bullshit. It's part of the gig. You have to write a lot of absolute garbage in order to get to the good bits. Every once in a while you'll be like "Oh, I wish I hadn't wasted all that time writing bullshit," but that's dumb. That's exactly the same as an Olympic runner being like "Oh, I wish I hadn't wasted all that time running all those practice laps"

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Immortality isn’t easy, but it’s certainly better than being consumed by these clowns out here.

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I died a million deaths, so I could become immortal.

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Rosewood

Written on 11/19/24

First blush of softness

floating into my wildfire heart

drifting down like a gentle summer rain

bringing me back to

the sweetness I was never meant to leave

My warm ochre flame

lighting me up in ways I never thought

I could again

feeling such passion, but he makes me tame

speaking to the woman in me, he is

the master I never knew I yearned for

He is entangled in me and he doesn’t even know

that he was woven into my dna

like some secret code that activated the moment

his strong, soft arms wrapped their way around

my arms, my hips, my waist

that burn only for him

Enraptured, I am occupied with

a longing ache for his force, his heat

consumed by the memory that lingers

of his expert touch and his mouth so sweet

drawn into his orbit like gravity

His soft strength inspires me to surrender

in ways I never have before

opening like a lotus for him alone

I want a love that feels like home, yet

follows me into the great unknown

maybe, just maybe…

at long last it has found me

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Stunning 💖

Now my eyes watch moths And spiders, crickets in the night, Infinity’s glowing diamonds, The darkest skies alight.

I keep company in blades of grass That were browned by the sun. An eternity of passions passed, If asked, I’ll say it’s done.

Belong do I to the moon And what it does to all the sea. It cycles through all I have left, We’re bound, the moon and me.

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Every man wants to be the one to

Rescue the damsel, and

No man has ever known what to do

With

A woman made of super glue

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Everything you don’t forgive lives rent free in your head.

Remember what forgiveness is not—condoning, permitting, excusing, allowing, or forgetting.

The actual definition of forgiveness is “to cease to feel resentment.”

You don’t have to be a saint to forgive. You don’t even need to be a particularly kind or compassionate person.

You just need to prioritize being free.

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— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

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bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

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“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”

— Clemence Poésy

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He did. And I wasn’t even looking for him. What a time to be alive. ❤️

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a lot of men don't know what to do with a woman who is not impressed by money

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Fortress

Written on 8/8/24

Don’t love her at all

If you can’t love her the way she loves

fiercely

ferociously

eternally

don’t love her at all

don’t awaken her love

if you can’t

or won’t

return it

her heart has teeth

but she will pluck them out for you

one by one

dropping her guard

removing her defenses

until she is completely unarmed

she will willingly tame

the beast that lives within her

for you

and present you with

the softest love you ever held

a cloud to hold you

like mist on the mountainside

but only after you have shown her

she can let you in her fortress

without destroying her from within

and if she lets you love her and

you prove yourself unworthy

she will seal herself off again

and rebuild her tower

surround it with moats and dragons

and barbed wire

burning down anyone who dares to enter

not because she doesn’t love you

nor because she doesn’t care

but because she knows, she is worth more than

a love that so easily crumbles, and

loyalty that so easily falters

she has rediscovered her love for herself

and rest assured, she will love again

but her love will be given only to

the one who is strong enough to break through her defenses

kind enough to inspire her back to her softness

and brave enough to stay

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Leila Chatti, "Postcard from Gone"

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Nuts

he called me crazy

crazy

after all his betrayals

and letdowns

said I’m crazy

for loving him

maybe I am

maybe it’s crazy to love a man

incapable of fully loving me

in return

if so, then call me crazy

because what I am is

a member of a dying breed, who

is brave enough to love fully

completely

even when it eviscerates me, even when

the love in me isn’t reciprocated, even when

it leaves me with bullet holes in my chest and

ghosts which haunt me long after

the point where being haunted makes any kind of sense

sure, I’m crazy

but I’m also fearless

and free

because what I’d rather be is

all alone

having left it all on the field

than stuck in love with a man who doesn’t see

the magic in me, who

finds it to be a liability

That would indeed be, crazy.