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a-study-in-bullshit · 8 months
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the house you grew up in is no longer yours
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cowboylikesubai · 4 months
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Can u do a web weave about moving on and letting go?
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on letting go <3
hum, hum by mary oliver / stay by raynier llanes / unknown / i dont wanna love you anymore by lany / @/disenchanted-killjoy on tumblr / bianca sparacino / there it goes by maisie peters / unknown / clean by taylor swift
i am so so sorry it took me half a year to get round to this and that its kinda short🙏🙏.
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Could you do one about losing friends? I love your blog <33
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thank you so much, that means a lot to me :)) i hope this is what you were looking for !!
unknown / @n1ntendos / @/_journalsandjunk_ (instagram) / Sylvia Plath from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman written 1951; Letters of Sylvia Plath, Volume I / unknown / Uma Thurman / Kriti G
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Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another, Jan Heller Levi//Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds, Ada Limón
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“ever forward, always looking back,” Aurora Picciottoli
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thatstudyblrontea · 10 months
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Bod walked down to the main gate of the graveyard, and looked out through the bars. A bus rattled past, in the street; there were cars there and noise and shops. Behind him, a cool green shade, overgrown with trees and ivy: home. His heart pounding, Bod walked out into the world.
Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
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poeticblogname · 2 months
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i can never get past this. / like a pillar of salt watching everyone move on. /my stone cold eyes watch cities burn and cities born / yet i am still here, on for the rest of our days. / my arms embrace the cold body of times that have long passed. / i try to cry out for forgiveness, for just one more chance / one more chance and i won’t do it again, i swear. / please, just one more time, just one more dance. / and one thing that’s never been answered is my prayer. / hazy faces and sheet covered bodies circle whats left of me at night. /
an unfinished poem about not being able to move on, heavily inspired by Lot’s wife in the old testament
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beemintty · 5 months
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november is over and I didn't wish him happy birthday this year.
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“an old friend” what. the. fuck!!! we were girls together, they were the first person to ever introduce me to the fact that trans people exist, they were the only person i ever had over for my birthday, they were the sister i never had. what do you mean i have to say “old friend” now? there is no term for me to encompass the fact that we were a pair for a decade, and now they don't even know my middle name.
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quotingmyjourneys · 2 years
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"Beneath my feet were the bones of a thousand years. I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another."
— Madeline Miller (Circe)
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randomalistic · 4 months
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Selfshippers who ship with weird/unappealing characters. I love you. Like hell yeah you go get with Mr Crocker. Go get with lord faarquad
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riacte · 5 months
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not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]
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cowboylikesubai · 1 year
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this one is for the people who have never gotten over a single thing in their life. but most importantly for the girlies who got broken by people they didn't even date 😘😘
Natasha Trethewey / chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’ / Doc Luben, Love Letters or Suicide Notes / unknown / unknown / tumblr / Anais Nin, Mirages / tolerate it by Taylor Swift / You All Over Me (Taylor's Version by Taylor Swift / Ranata Suzuki / The Only Thing by Sufjan Stevens
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cadaverette · 5 months
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cemeterything · 6 months
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the thing that bothers me about dragon riders is that the dragon absolutely does not have to let you climb on its back. your ability to 'ride' the dragon is entirely dependent on the dragon allowing you to do that. it could fly just fine without you sitting there. which means you are not a dragon rider, not really. that beast is not your pet. you're the dragon's pet. you're its trophy wife.
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thatstudyblrontea · 10 months
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That she should seem to wish to get rid of him would help him to think more lightly of her, and to be able to think more lightly of her would make her much less perplexing.
Henry James, Daisy Miller
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