The Taxi
In the shadows of the night, the road to death winds,
Silent, with whispers of the departed haunting its edges.
A lone taxi, a fleeting specter, streaks through the gloom,
Its hurried passage a dance between worlds untold.
The driver, a phantom in the night, races on,
Through the veil of mortality, into the realm of the living.
Why does it hurry so, this vessel of transition?
What secrets does it carry, what burdens does it bear?
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Robert Frost
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I am just a simple girl, take me to a bookstore and I will tell you about each book I have read, about my tbr, about the genres, and will probably give you 100+ recommendations even if you haven't asked for.
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A rats eulogy
Rat was beloved
Made from stardust from the sky
Little black holes
Infinity eyes
Ryo is with the cosmos
Rat is with the earth
With beautiful life of all things
With flowering flowers
And soft dirt
Ryo is with all things especially
Your heart
He was beloved
From the very start
(my friend's rat passed away, all I could do was hold them and wipe their tears and kiss their head and cry with them. I wrapped him up to make him look like he was sleeping. goodbye little guy)
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"my darling,
you will never be unloved by me
you are too well tangled in my soul"
— Atticus
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Charlotte Green, 'You say you do not want a boyfriend, but you know that's not true.'
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"Act my age? What the fuck is that, "act my age"? What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor."
- The greatest thing i have ever read
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