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OK PEOPLE HERES THE DEAL. If this post gets 200 notes, I’ll tell show this poem to the guy it’s about AND ADDITIONALLY make it through on my promise that it went ‘viral’
"mat! mat! is this about anyone??" NOOO. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. STFU.
The Italics Were What I Said- April 24th, 2024
I talked about us today, in a way no one’s ears had heard before
Not the cat’s cry, or the gossip passed around like hors d'oeuvres,
An angry simmer of screenshots and quotes
other girls and stabbing metaphors
But at the end of the day,
You think you can use me for whatever you like, but mind you,
Mind you, my dear,
I’m a woman in the 21st century,
And at the end of the day,
When all had gone gray,
And you’re just “Jared”
You’re gonna want to pray
That this doesn't go viral,
That your life doesn’t go to shit
Because my tongue is filled with venom
I’m tired of your apathetic shit
Come back at my funeral pyre.
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slightly late to the party buuuuut happy lesbian visibility week<333
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i hate that last month and a half before school ends when all your teachers start assigning final projects and you don't know which projects to prioritize while still making sure to memorize your lines for theater and try to find a time to film a last second dance project for pe because your pe teacher does that for some reason
#<- prev#i'm doing it w a few friends are we're filming monday#which is like 3 days before the due date#so i have to learn the dance asap lmao#Oh#you’ll be fineeee#I’ve seen you learn more in three days.
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As the biggest reputation girlie there ever has been I FUCKING AGREE. We’re NOT getting rep tv anytime soon, and i would HATE it if that rerelease was rushed, but also THERES A WHOLE NEW FUCKING ALBUM PEOPLE. THIRTY ONE SONGS. LETS BE SO FR RN
unpopular opinion warning ! ⚠️
some swifties are kind of greedy man — like stop making rep tv references and talking abt rep tv
we already have a new album, what do yall want more?
ive seen so many insta swifties talk abt rep tv, like calm down we just got a new album ☹️
#taylor swift#taylornation#t swift#t swizzle#taylor swizzle#the tortured poets department#ttpd#ts ttpd#rep tv
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i hate that last month and a half before school ends when all your teachers start assigning final projects and you don't know which projects to prioritize while still making sure to memorize your lines for theater and try to find a time to film a last second dance project for pe because your pe teacher does that for some reason
#BABE#DARLING#AS SOMEONE WHO PASSED THAT DANCE FINAL WOTH FLYING FUCKING COLOURS#go solo#come up with a dance ON THR SPOT (like a lil jig or just vibing to the song)#AND DO IT TO A BANGER#PRACTICE IT ONCE
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Surprise I got emo and wrote something! (If you think you know what any of these means, you’re probably right but don’t confront me about it)
11pm (I Said Goodnight at 9:28)-April 22nd
“I love you.”
“It’ll pass.”
Will it?
Will it though?
Will it pass through my system like the drug that you are,
In through the mouth with ecstasy and longing
Through my bloodstream and coursing through my veins
Stopping to kick me in the liver
And pass right out?
Is that what you’ll do?
Or will you grow on me like a tumour, every little word you say building in me till I can’t think anymore
I’m intoxicated with your smell and your hair
And I’ve mentioned this before- but dude what the hell?
What’s with the philosopher’s enigma being in the palm of your hand, while in the other you stroke my face
And yes I like being called pretty, that’s a nice shot glass to down
But I much rather prefer the days you call me thoughtful and puzzling
When you spend hours trying to solve me only to fail and still call me beautiful
That’s the shit that stays in my system and never ever leaves
So no, it won’t “pass” and no, I won’t “forget”
Because you’ve been tattooed into the inside of my thigh
and for now that high is all I’ll get.
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"mat! mat! is this about anyone??" NOOO. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. STFU.
The Italics Were What I Said- April 24th, 2024
I talked about us today, in a way no one’s ears had heard before
Not the cat’s cry, or the gossip passed around like hors d'oeuvres,
An angry simmer of screenshots and quotes
other girls and stabbing metaphors
But at the end of the day,
You think you can use me for whatever you like, but mind you,
Mind you, my dear,
I’m a woman in the 21st century,
And at the end of the day,
When all had gone gray,
And you’re just “Jared”
You’re gonna want to pray
That this doesn't go viral,
That your life doesn’t go to shit
Because my tongue is filled with venom
I’m tired of your apathetic shit
Come back at my funeral pyre.
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"mat! mat! is this about anyone??" NOOO. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. STFU.
The Italics Were What I Said- April 24th, 2024
I talked about us today, in a way no one’s ears had heard before
Not the cat’s cry, or the gossip passed around like hors d'oeuvres,
An angry simmer of screenshots and quotes
other girls and stabbing metaphors
But at the end of the day,
You think you can use me for whatever you like, but mind you,
Mind you, my dear,
I’m a woman in the 21st century,
And at the end of the day,
When all had gone gray,
And you’re just “Jared”
You’re gonna want to pray
That this doesn't go viral,
That your life doesn’t go to shit
Because my tongue is filled with venom
I’m tired of your apathetic shit
Come back at my funeral pyre.
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"mat! mat! is this about anyone??" NOOO. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. STFU.
The Italics Were What I Said- April 24th, 2024
I talked about us today, in a way no one’s ears had heard before
Not the cat’s cry, or the gossip passed around like hors d'oeuvres,
An angry simmer of screenshots and quotes
other girls and stabbing metaphors
But at the end of the day,
You think you can use me for whatever you like, but mind you,
Mind you, my dear,
I’m a woman in the 21st century,
And at the end of the day,
When all had gone gray,
And you’re just “Jared”
You’re gonna want to pray
That this doesn't go viral,
That your life doesn’t go to shit
Because my tongue is filled with venom
I’m tired of your apathetic shit
Come back at my funeral pyre.
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I LOVE REHASHING THE DRAMA FOUR MONTHS LATER
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if ur open to one shots maybe one where aru goes missing (post noi) and he fights and tries really hard to find her??
love ur writing btw
OMG YES THIS IS SO GOOD (also THANK YOU for gassing me up this week has been really hard for me and suddenly people are just being super sweet 🥹🥹???)
She’d been right next to him. In their big fluffy bed, a million miles from everything bad.
She had been right there.
“Shah?” He called out, sounding strangled. He already knew she wasn’t in the house, he could feel it in his bones.
He called for her again, his attempt futile.
Shaking, he dialed her phone, it going directly to voicemail.
What was going on?
Aiden grabbed his scimitars and his “amamma bag”- Aru loved to call it that, and-
Where was Aru??? Why is she not here???
Her phone wasn’t at home though, and he turned on the find my phone and pressed TRACK on her contact photo. It showed five miles away, in the old abandoned mall near Emory College.
Aiden buckled into the car and took off rapidly speed, breaking at least seven traffic rules in the five miles he drove. His hands were slick with panic, and he could feel his chest constricting, the same thought cycling through his head over and over again. Not again.
He parked on the street outside of where Aru was- or at least her phone was. He needed to get it together. No amount of panicking would help her if she was in trouble. He breathed deeply and searched the atmosphere for anything even close to vajra, her electrical bolt. It usually made the air more charged, a small sign he’d grown to notice over the years he’d been around Aru.
It was faint, but the smell of a storm lingered in the air. It wasn’t unlikely for Georgian Februaries to be stormy, but this smell was too… centralised. Too adamant.
He raced into the warehouse, pulling up his black hood. He heard a muffled scream and the scraping of metal, and then suddenly a thud and pure silence.
Aiden rushed forward, heart pounding in his ears. That scream was definitely Shah. When he entered the room, he saw a demon bleeding from the nose on the floor, groaning and rolling onto its side. And tired to a toppled chair, was Aru, mouth stuffed with a cloth. Aiden put her chair the right side up, pulling the gag out of her mouth with a strangled sob. She jumped into his arms, fearless, and completely unfazed, more comforting him than herself.
“I’m okay,” she told him softly. “You got me. I’m alright.”
“How did I-”
“Not important.” She interrupted. “It doesn’t matter. What does matter, though, is getting this asshole-” she gestures to the demon with a broken nose, a neat mark of her handiwork- “dead, or out of here.”
“I vote for dead,” Aiden said grimly, pulling his scimitars out.
“And I don’t,” Aru said. She walked over to her captor, the ground practically shaking with her rage as she gabbed his face and menacingly said, “who sent you, dick wad? Who told you where I live?”
The demon gave a wimper as she continued to squeeze his very broken face. “T-the woman. Pretty.”
Aru frowned. Aiden was at a loss too. “There are millions of pretty women in the Otherworld. Which one, demon?”
“Promise. Promise you won’t kill me.” Aiden couldn’t see the expression Aru made to the demon, but its shoulders sagged for a moment before clearly responding, “Opal.” And promptly dissolving into dust.
I grabbed Aru’s hand, scared she’ll disappear, too. Again.
“Opal, huh,” she murmured, eyes unfocused.
“Shah, do you need to see a doctor? Did you hit your head? Any broken bones?”
She brightened for a second, refocusing on Aiden. “No, I’m fine.”
And so she was fine.
They walked to the car, the chill winter night willing them straight back into their blankets at home, but this time?
Aiden didn’t let go.
#aru shah#roshani chokshi#the pandava quintet#aruden#lightning smolder#aiden acharya#aru shah and the end of time#aru shah and the city of gold#aru shah and the nectar of immortality#aru shah and the song of death#aru shah and the tree of wishes#tpq#one shot#asks#ask me anything#anon this was so cool!!!!
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Double text me, annoy me, give me your attention. I love that shit
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No see results option, I'm forcing you to perceive yourself. rb for more results plus
#I think online im all mysterious and writer-y#but irl im just an idiot who falls in love with anyone and everything
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Surprise! There’s a part two to this poem!!!!!! (I am drowning in my feels)
11pm (You Said Goodnight At 2:17) April 23rd
“I love you”
“It’ll pass.”
It’ll pass?
In what sense of the word, the world, and all that is good and bright can this pass?
Am I like a test that your love mustn’t fail else there’ll be consequences so drastic, so severe that you could…
Am I the SAT that you spent hours pouring over till you were spastic and drowning…
I am not a test for you.
And if I was you would not pass.
I am enchanting and endearing and that is why you stayed up two and half hours past.
My wit and banter from your screen to mine
I swore I wouldn’t fall for this again, but at least it’s not all online.
I promised the world and my soul and an echo of the timeless trust I had for someone a million years ago
I promise
I promise.
But it’s two am where you’re at, so the daylight will wash out the magic of my longing.
But baby, don’t ever say I didn’t promise.
Surprise I got emo and wrote something! (If you think you know what any of these means, you’re probably right but don’t confront me about it)
11pm (I Said Goodnight at 9:28)-April 22nd
“I love you.”
“It’ll pass.”
Will it?
Will it though?
Will it pass through my system like the drug that you are,
In through the mouth with ecstasy and longing
Through my bloodstream and coursing through my veins
Stopping to kick me in the liver
And pass right out?
Is that what you’ll do?
Or will you grow on me like a tumour, every little word you say building in me till I can’t think anymore
I’m intoxicated with your smell and your hair
And I’ve mentioned this before- but dude what the hell?
What’s with the philosopher’s enigma being in the palm of your hand, while in the other you stroke my face
And yes I like being called pretty, that’s a nice shot glass to down
But I much rather prefer the days you call me thoughtful and puzzling
When you spend hours trying to solve me only to fail and still call me beautiful
That’s the shit that stays in my system and never ever leaves
So no, it won’t “pass” and no, I won’t “forget”
Because you’ve been tattooed into the inside of my thigh
and for now that high is all I’ll get.
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Surprise I got emo and wrote something! (If you think you know what any of these means, you’re probably right but don’t confront me about it)
11pm (I Said Goodnight at 9:28)-April 22nd
“I love you.”
“It’ll pass.”
Will it?
Will it though?
Will it pass through my system like the drug that you are,
In through the mouth with ecstasy and longing
Through my bloodstream and coursing through my veins
Stopping to kick me in the liver
And pass right out?
Is that what you’ll do?
Or will you grow on me like a tumour, every little word you say building in me till I can’t think anymore
I’m intoxicated with your smell and your hair
And I’ve mentioned this before- but dude what the hell?
What’s with the philosopher’s enigma being in the palm of your hand, while in the other you stroke my face
And yes I like being called pretty, that’s a nice shot glass to down
But I much rather prefer the days you call me thoughtful and puzzling
When you spend hours trying to solve me only to fail and still call me beautiful
That’s the shit that stays in my system and never ever leaves
So no, it won’t “pass” and no, I won’t “forget”
Because you’ve been tattooed into the inside of my thigh
and for now that high is all I’ll get.
#mat lore#tumblr poems#poems and poetry#poets on tumblr#love poem#love poetry#writerblr#writer and poets
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Someone who has barely ever talked to me before called me pretty today and I don’t think im ever gonna shut up about it.
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