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saltinabox · 6 months

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update i got in

just applied to my dream school pray 4 me

#see you soon ucd #dublinbound #ireland #seamus oflaherty

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saltinabox · 7 months

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just applied to my dream school pray 4 me

#im freaking out #help me #ireland let me in

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saltinabox · 9 months

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hes so me

El Bohemio, Poet of Montmartre Ramón Casas (Spanish; 1866–1932) 1891 Oil on canvas Charles Deering Memorial Library, Northwestern University, Evanston, Illinois

French avant-garde composer Erik Satie (1866–1925) stands before the famous Moulin de la Galette, a popular restaurant and dance hall in Montmartre.

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saltinabox · 9 months

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this is exactly how i envision the song omg

“She says it’s only in my head

She says shh.. I know it’s only in my head

But the girl in the car in the parking lot

Says man you should try to take a shot

Can’t you see my walls are crumbling?

Then she looks up at the building

Says she’s thinking of jumping

She says she’s tired of life

She must be tired of something”

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saltinabox · 9 months

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return to sender by me :)

My trash can is full of cards and notes.

No, not full.

There weren’t even enough to cover the bottom.

I wonder what you did with all 43 postcards– whether they filled your trash can. Whether the notes and essays and letters and drawings are spilling out and falling

to the ground.

I would have liked my trash can to be full.

Full of memories, of that time we sat on the bright green bench, and swatted at the fly that wouldn’t leave you alone. Of our chocolate cake, our late night calls, our fighting, our distance.

You pulled the drain on my heart and expected me to stay syou could continue to fail

At filling it up.

(tumblr messed w my text formatting so you get this)

#original poem #poetry #breakup poem #poets on tumblr #poems #writerscommunity #writer

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saltinabox · 9 months

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my fingertips froze as we walked through heavy snow.

you kept me warm by building a fire, but all i wanted were some gloves.

love language by me

#poetry #original poem #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writers and poets #poems

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saltinabox · 9 months

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chopin's prelude no. 4 in e minor

thinking about how the left hand is steady but low and slowly becomes lower in pitch as if it's deteriorating and falling down the keyboard while the right hand is like a bell tolling, steady and unchanging UNTIL THE STRETTO CLIMAX SECTION WHERE THE RIGHT HAND SOARS AND THE PIANO IS FORTE AND SUDDENLY ITS LIKE THUNDER IS BOOMING AND YOU CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE but then all is quiet again as if you learn not to speak of it and go back to the status quo and you play as if you're burning away.. UGH i love chopin

#chopin #fryderyk chopin #classical music #prelude #music #romantic period #music appreciation #pianist #piano #piano music

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saltinabox · 9 months

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sixteen candles pete