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hermoonlitworld · 1 day
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It’s love isn’t it?
When it’s early in the morning and you’re just taking your first sip of coffee and you think about them, When it’s 12am and you’re wondering if they’ve made home safe. When it’s the middle of the day, and you’re laughing and somehow they cross through your mind.
It is love isn’t it, if you think of them as you read this.
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sujaayyyyy · 3 days
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I've become passive. I don't invent, I don't yearn. I manage, I cope.
—Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh
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phantomheart95 · 3 days
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¡Con una enorme felicidad les comparto un poco de mi primer libro, ya a la venta en mi país! 🥰🇬🇹
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She has that power over me, to spellbind me with just a whisper in my ear, a single lascivious incantation and a touch of her sorcerous hands, turns me into a beast.
An ancient piece from 2017 that I reworded to fit more my current style.
Reposted on a different image due to technical issues.
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s-dot-ditomo · 3 days
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Love Row ~
nothingness is normalcy
& normally, I wouldn't express this
but today I came here to address this
- & to put it simply,
this solitude is all I'm left with
If I could push this feeling inside someone else's gut, I would tear it from my chest
all I can do is give you the world
& hope for the best
thought loving you would be the death of me,
- welcome to love row
maybe its the way your energy takes over the room
you bring light to the gloom
you've reached your full potential,
like flowers in bloom
your successful
still this,
fear of being alone looms large inside your heart
maybe that's why you questioned me from the start
2 souls can't be as 1 if they've already drifted apart
If I could reach these good times in my mind, I would grab hold & never let go
they're mine, I own it
- can we get lost in this moment?
& if we ever find our way back here again,
may we express our gratitude like the attitude of a friend
- nothing can compare to what we shared
maybe that's why since you parted I feel as though I have nothing left......
.....on Love Row, breathing my last breath 🥀
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jordynhaiku · 2 days
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Shakespearean
Our old texts become
a new tragedy to read
when I've drank too much.
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thelaststarsblog · 2 days
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Sometimes you just have to stop and appreciate all the good things in your life. 🦋
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modern-anarkali · 2 days
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Suno? Itne bekhabar kaise ho?
Hum tumhein dekhne ke liye tadapte hain,
Aur tumhein khabar bhi nhi.
Hum tumse takraane ki umeed mein hi ghar se nikalte hain,
Aur tumhein parvaah bhi nhi.
Dost samajh ke hi has lete ho humari baaton pe,
Hum aankhon aankhon mein hi tumse kitna pyaar karte hain,
Aur tumhein khabar bhi nhi.
aakanksha
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oddarette · 1 day
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I don’t animate, I don’t make poetry, but I made this.
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"أغلب الحكايات الجميلة لا تنتهي نهايات جميلة .. لأن النصيب أقوى من الحب
"Most of the beautiful stories don't have beautiful endings, because destiny is stronger than love.
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tinta-y-cometas · 22 hours
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Fueron más firmes mis lágrimas que mis alegrías por ti.
Villasmil
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jordanbolton · 8 months
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“Range Life” by Jordan Bolton
Part of Scenes from Imagined Films Issue #1, available on Etsy
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sujaayyyyy · 3 days
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“𝑊ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑: 𝑎𝑚 𝐼 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛?”
—Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
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I used to build dreams about you.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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onurtaskiranpoetry · 3 days
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You’re not alone. I’m here. I’ve got you.
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poeticdarkness · 4 months
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She’s a ten but anytime she’s going through a hard time, she automatically reads and listens to music all day because she would rather escape this world and focus on other peoples sorrow and problems than her own.
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