ultrafadedheart
ultrafadedheart
retired fic writer
583 posts
do i still belong here?
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ultrafadedheart · 2 months ago
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drake?
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ultrafadedheart · 5 months ago
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nobody say a fucking word about tumblr we can’t remind these billionaires we exist
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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I know her tumblr would be fire
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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Moments in time, preserved through sentiments Twitter | Ko-Fi | Patreon
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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The mist was giving a sort of primordial look to the landscape this morning.
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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Some gorgeous bears in some difficult light.
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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my dawg
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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by the creek
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now.
https://taylor.lnk.to/thetorturedpoetsdepartment
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ultrafadedheart · 1 year ago
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Today is the last day of the Midnights era. She will be missed ❤️
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