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The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.

Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?

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litwitt · 4 months

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“…poetry is the language of redemption, revolution, revelation.”

— Michellan Sarile-Alagao, from her talk Faith and Poetry

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litwitt · 4 months

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yes i'm over it. yes i think about it 20 times a day

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litwitt · 4 months

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Merry Christmas

May this Christmas bring all the world's health and happiness for you all. May you spend it with your loved ones. May this Christmas be the happy ending to this year and the anticipated beginning of the next. And one last thing, please don't forget to say that to the ones close to you...

All I Want For Christmas is You ❤️

#christmas #merry christmas #happy holidays #festiveseason #festivevibes #winter #santa #santa claus

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litwitt · 4 months

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#christmas

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litwitt · 4 months

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Castle In Spain

Once upon a time,

I read a fantasy so fine.

It ignited my deepest desires,

That felt so divine.

It was not the plot that held a strong grasp,

But the male chauvinist with voice so rasp.

A character so grey,

My morale went astray.

Trauma so deep,

In the world of painful pleasure, I did seep.

Frivolous fraternity of lust

Luscious lucidity of a passion, robust.

A platter full of delectable delicacies

Why mind a ride of eccentric ecstasies?

Never did I envy a woman this bad,

Fictional she was and she should be glad.

Tough love wasn't even his finest force.

Charmed, I was, by his whispers voiced hoarse.

His bold blandishment

But gentle enticement,

His vicarious vigour

But principles that never whither.

Vigilante for the world

But dear debonair for his girl.

He who would play havoc with his contemporaries,

Would struggle to impress her with new itineraries.

All of it seemed to be a perfect fit

As he deemed to be a character who could commit.

All that glitter is not gold

Is a maxim ages old.

Right then, I spot the one fatal flaw

Which, of course, the author never saw.

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litwitt · 4 months

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The Shape of Things to Come

I swear I’m not staring at her name. It’s only the cast of each letter, the grace, re-entry for my memories carved in clay, all else erased.

That night instead of chasing stray Northern Lights above stone walls of an old water tower, instead of heading back along dark water, singing

through blue air I’d breathed for too many seasons, I arrived at a wheel and a kiln. I swear I’m not staring at her face. It’s just

the effect of her making and unmaking, it’s just her intense concentration. Now that I’m right here, I can’t think of anything else.

I’m only staring at her hands, I swear. Only her hands.

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Meet the Blogger

Simran Bawa

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#introduction #myself #more about me #blogger #op #pinned post

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litwitt · 4 months

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December.

I have a love-hate relationship with December. There is something very aesthetically soothing about December. It's so cold yet so warm, so lonely yet so homely. December feels like coming back to your childhood home that makes you feel inconveniently nostalgic.

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litwitt · 4 months

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This one hits differently in this season 🥹🫶

Hate You

Now that fate has fated

And betrayal has revealed itself with breath bated.

I yearn to develop that hatred

For breach of a trust, so sacred.

My heart melts like the snow

After the things I've come to know.

The things that you did,

Bloody secrets that you hid.

You ask, "What you mean?"

Infidelity is a sin, I ween.

It's not the act that hurt

But the aftermath and dearth.

Is it something that I lack?

Or something that was slack?

Didn't I tie the knots too tight?

Was it too much to fend for my feelings after every fight?

If you were not the one to stay,

If it was so easy for a staunch lover to go astray,

Then why did you promise a faux prophecy

And dare to display that pomp hypocrisy?

Your words, that were once whispers of a nymph so sweet

Now, sound like blasphemy straight out of serpent, a cheat.

I watch you beg

I watch you plead

And yet again, I take that lead.

I know what's next to come

Same old promises

And words of affirmation, some.

Same old tears that you'll shed

Until we'll take this to bed.

After all, it's not the first blotch that our book beholds,

Unfortunately, your loyalty is the first thing that unfolds.

It's a ritual that I understand too well

But here, my thoughts profoundly dwell

Now that fate has fated

And betrayal has revealed itself with breath bated;

Why can't I hate you like the villain that you always were?

Loving you still is the only way it doesn't hurt.

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litwitt · 4 months

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Strangers to lovers

Who were you?

Memories flashed in my mind anew

As I was trying to trace faces of a few.

Fate played it's cards right

When you were jostled by my sight

Who were you?

All I can recall is that a beautiful stranger in gloom,

As clueless as me, locked his eyes with mine;

And oh so swiftly you sauntered across the room

Seeming as delectable as that wine and dine.

Who were you?

Flaunting all your flair,

You floated through the dull air;

Immersed in that magnificent glory,

I knew this could be the start of a delightful story.

Who were you?

I strived to pull off a face card

To garner your gratification was a task too hard.

In the town gathering of who's who,

I was guilty of making it all about you.

Who were you?

Just when the heavens were in accord,

When I presumed my presence struck a chord,

When you walked that anticipative walk,

And finally talked that enthralling talk.

Who were you?

Now I knew.

In a moment you went from my lover starstruck to a lover star crossed.

I watched your body embraced and your mind engrossed.

How can I call her "the other woman" in this ill-fated tale?

When it was all in my head where the ship of our love set on a sail.

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litwitt · 4 months

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Friendship is the most beautiful bond because it is neither enforced nor inherited. We simply choose to be around them and I find that concept absolutely endearing.

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litwitt · 4 months

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While you are here, might as well give a read to a couple of poems I posted on my profile. Do check those out and please share your reviews. It would really help me a lot🫶

#tumblr polls #my polls #polls #please vote #vote #dilemma #literature #books & libraries #writers and poets #explore #quotes #poets on tumblr #life #writersofindia #art #writers on tumblr #writeblr

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Also, check out my account for my poems and share your reviews 🫶

#writers and poets #explore #books & libraries #reader insert #tumblr polls #my polls #please vote #coffee #coffee ☕️#tea for two #chocolate #winter #warmcore #hot fuzz #literature

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litwitt · 4 months

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Hate You

Now that fate has fated

And betrayal has revealed itself with breath bated.

I yearn to develop that hatred

For breach of a trust, so sacred.

My heart melts like the snow

After the things I've come to know.

The things that you did,

Bloody secrets that you hid.

You ask, "What you mean?"

Infidelity is a sin, I ween.

It's not the act that hurt

But the aftermath and dearth.

Is it something that I lack?

Or something that was slack?

Didn't I tie the knots too tight?

Was it too much to fend for my feelings after every fight?

If you were not the one to stay,

If it was so easy for a staunch lover to go astray,

Then why did you promise a faux prophecy

And dare to display that pomp hypocrisy?

Your words, that were once whispers of a nymph so sweet

Now, sound like blasphemy straight out of serpent, a cheat.

I watch you beg

I watch you plead

And yet again, I take that lead.

I know what's next to come

Same old promises

And words of affirmation, some.

Same old tears that you'll shed

Until we'll take this to bed.

After all, it's not the first blotch that our book beholds,

Unfortunately, your loyalty is the first thing that unfolds.

It's a ritual that I understand too well

But here, my thoughts profoundly dwell

Now that fate has fated

And betrayal has revealed itself with breath bated;

Why can't I hate you like the villain that you always were?

Loving you still is the only way it doesn't hurt.

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