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Here's to the people of temporary whirlwind 🪻
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
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Awwwww the elementals.
And wow you came up with them when you were 8 years?? And you wrote a poem when you were 4?? Is there any way you would post it here?
I started writing recently, in 2020 I think. We had a professor who said something like sitting like a rock won't help cause we didn't answer any of his questions 😭 so I came up with a poem saying why being a rock experiencing the nature in it's rawest form would help 😂
Hellooo voidddddd
Thank you for the daily validation 😭😭🪻
I'd like to see more of your writingsss
Wanna ask, when and how did you start writing? What's your story on how you started writing?
Love you Hela <33
Let's see...
I think I've always loved writing. I found an old poem from when I was four about how much I wanted a dog.
But, I remember my first ever OCs, I made when I was eight. They were based off of different elements and I called them the elementals. Over time, I just sort of learned to love words and writing, and...
here I am!
How about you?
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That girl who's kinda cool to hangout with
Don't know where to start
Spent 18 years, apart.
On one fine day you saw her walking past
"She seems cool", a spellcast.
Days went by, from strangers to friends
"Oh no this is coming up on a dead end"
Ever since then, every laugh, every hug
every story, every hair tuck
"Is it for me?, Am I special?"
Thought to yourself so superficial.
Chats so long, there isn't a start
It all then fell apart.
On the delusional land built,
the flowers were starting to wilt.
On the land of reality, you travel
Only to see it all unravel.
Every laugh, every hug
Every story, every hair tuck
"It's not for me, I'm not special"
With everyone she revels.
A conversation nowhere to start
Now you spend most of the time being apart.
One fine day, you looked into her eyes
"She never did look back", you realised.
You sit there, time stopped
All that you fell for, they halt.
"What comes after this?", you think
"This is why I hate rom-coms, they lay it on thick."
In her world, you're a myth
You're just that cool person she hangs out with.
#writerblr#writers#writers on tumblr#idk#thoughts#writeblr#writing#existentialism#dark academia#writers and poets#creative writing#love#flowers#queer#lesbian#bisexual#gay#original poem#poetic#poetry#poemblr#poem#poets on tumblr#spilled poetry#spilled writing#spilled words#spilled thoughts#spilled ink#crush#writerscommunity
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I just want to sleep without knowing whether I'll wake up tomorrow.
Monday Morning
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I feel homesick for a place that is not known to me and is yet to exist.
Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "Three Women,"
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Pictorial representation of me listening to the tortured poets department
me. me when a poem says something ive felt before
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Rest in peace Oedipus. He would've loved Back to the Future 1.
#this is a joke#get it?#Oedipus loved his mom#in back to the future the mom had a crush on marty#idk#i tried#ehegeggege#movie#back to the future
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I was right
Underestimated the amount of devastation.
The song that wrecked me as of now is loml🤍
More yet to come
Prediction:
I am going to be absolutely devastated by the lyricism of the tortured poets department.
Let's go Dora, let's find out which song is going to wreck me into pieces and analyse how and why the pieces got broken.
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@thegoodvirus @siddhaarth010 @ushan1h @avyyyyy @nidhiii
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Tried cooking to make myself happy and almost poisoned myself, unintentionally. Is life trying to tell me something?
My hands are of Midas, everything I touch cannot give me peace.
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Decorate wounds with stars and flowers to wash the pain out
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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈
Ayyyy thank youuu 🪻
* pull outs uno reverse card *
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— Hélène Cixous, from “Hyperdream.”
#real#like why am i crying at a fallen flower thinking about the futility of life#make me understand why and what I'm feeling 😭
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How can you say that our story meant something to you when you don't mourn for the pages burnt away?
#thoughts#idk#writeblr#writing#existentialism#dark academia#writers and poets#writers on tumblr#creative writing#love#light academia#romantic academia#spilled writing#spilled words#spilled thoughts#spilled ink#the story of us#book#pages#heartbreak#oh yeah I'm definitely procrastinating
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