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myvibesonly91 · 1 year
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...und bis heute verstehen die törichten Narren nicht, dass in den liebevollsten und gütigsten Herzen, die dunkelsten Kammern, die grausamsten Bestien beherbergen.
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tcmreads · 11 months
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nighthawks, edward hopper // nighthawks, taylor c milnes
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backonmybullshhh · 2 years
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mera-mann-kehne-laga · 4 months
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I grew up learning that
Grief is love with nowhere to go.
I've spied with my little tired eyes
How all those who suffer
Suffer only because they loved.
When I'm looking into your eyes,
I understand how much the heart can carry:
my grief, your grief, 
a heart can even carry another heart.
Like you carry mine.
Can you please hold it a little more gently?
It's made of brittle glass. Transparent. Fragile.
If you see closely, you'll notice some cracks in it as well.
When i try not peel my own skin off
To distract myself from the heaviness
Of the awkward silences between us
I realise how full of emotions, complaints, wants and needs i am,
Yet i don't utter a single word 
in front of you.
When i write about you,
I realise this might be a love poem.
not only because it has your mention in it
but because of the fear of this not lasting forever.
In my family, all those who suffer from a dead love 
tell me it will all turn to darkness,
One day the magic in your lover's eyes
Just won't be there.
but when i look at you, youre the sun 
yet i want to hold you. 
I don't care if i turn to ashes.
i hope i am your light too like you're mine. 
i hope this is a love poem 
only because there's so much hope in it.
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amiracleilluminated · 2 months
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taxidermychrist · 2 years
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my body is, at most, a morbid curiosity 🐀
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nowthatwedonttalk13 · 1 month
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if no one else is going to say it, i’ll say it. i hope we DON’T get rep (tv) because we have a NEW ALBUM with all NEW SONGS in just over 1 month and y’all have turned into greedy goblins who just wants taylor to put out albums on a whim. and i want rep (tv) i really do, but it deserves its own time and era, and it doesn’t deserve to ruin this new album and what it’s going to be.
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robinsversion · 2 months
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I was rewatching hbomb’s video for the millionth time yesterday and the line “I don’t know why anyone would make video essays like this unless they were strictly in it for the money” stood out to me because if you replace “make video essays” with “write poetry” that perfectly describes my thoughts about Rupi Kaur.
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fiapple · 1 year
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society if dc hired a writing team of colour who could acknowledge the racial coding of starfire & raven, explore vic's status as a Black man in modern america who's specific disability further means his body is going to be read a certain way by certain people no matter what he does, along with potentially finding a way to sort through the racisim + fetishization that went into prior depictions of dick's heritage:
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Your soft heart ~ Nikita Gill
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a-queer-seminarian · 3 months
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A poem inspired by Refaat Alareer's belief that art is a powerful tool of resistance. We must imagine Palestine free to create that future reality.
Click here for the text of this poem and more information.
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myvibesonly91 · 2 years
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Es ist ein Privileg mich zu kennen und den Zugang zu mir zu haben. Verwechsle meine Güte und mein sanftes Herz nicht mit Naivität. Menschen schöpfen Kraft aus meinem Dasein, jede Berührung mit meiner Energie ist eine Bereicherung für dein Leben. Jede mangelnde Wertschätzung wird nicht mehr toleriert, du entscheidest in wie weit diese Privilegien für dich bereitstehen.
MYVIBESONLY
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tcmreads · 1 year
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if only i were an evergreen, in every season blossoming as if it were still spring, in every season flourishing like a cypress, but instead, i rise and fall like the waves, annually declining into the familiar decay. - taylor c milnes
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smiff-spike · 11 months
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Poem written four days after my grandfather died and one day before I found out, Smiff-Spike Danger
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lunarhode · 3 months
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a fresh white tee that is slipping off my shoulder. someone left the car window down and i didn't mind.
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arcturuslioncourt · 10 months
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rosedesventss on INSTA HELP IM IN MY FLOP ERA PLLSLSKSJJDDGSDHDJSHE
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