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petrareads · 25 days
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i am
late to the boops
because I use tumblr mainly on my phone now
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tentatechnologies · 5 months
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Experience of being in love as rated on the local review app
8/10
Really nice but I keep finding myself wandering into daydreams about dozing off on my love in late autumn sunlight as the leaves turn over and the breeze waves in the scent of late season wildflowers. It's affecting my productivity. In the future please have the foresight to do something about these deadlines.
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and if a beetle climbed onto the back of a dove? and they unknowingly flew together towards the sun sinking behind the elm trees?
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waitingforthesunrise · 11 months
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years later, i look at the thousand poems i have written about him. the way his brown eyes glitter in the sunlight, harbouring a burning desire to live. his smile growing wide the moment i kiss him. his soft hair that i can run my hands through all day. his long rants about stuff he loves. the way i loved him so much. the poems just seem bland now. his eyes looked just like everyone else. his smile only a bored one. he was just like the others. reading the poems, i now realise; that i was the one that breathed colour into him. that, from my rose coloured glasses, i made him out to be someone special. someone full of life and love. someone that he never was. - :p
(i literally have no idea what I'm doing)
I needed someone to love.
do not we all? so we were told
as though prince charmings lived on every corner.
and we could save each other with our love.
and now I damn the dreams you walk in --
I made you beautiful. You made me try.
My heart was a rose; but so were my glasses.
I wrote a story and made you the king.
I held you like a promise
you held me like a prize.
I earned my words. I earned my life.
you gave me nothing but the knowledge
I was searching for something I was afraid I'd never find.
chemistry is a cruel mistress. fare thee well
you never deserved the colors I offered.
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definegodliness · 2 years
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This is a poem, because I say so. Some might argue it is actually prose, but it can't be prose; I didn't say so. I realize there might be confusion as to whether this poem is a poem for the sole reason that I say so; there might even rise feelings of anger, instilled by a lack of control over this, by my hand created, vexing situation. I might even be leading you on! Imagine that. This poem could have been prose all along. If only I would say so. Rest assured, though, I won't say so. I’m not the kind of guy to lead you on. Apropos, if this poem would all of the sudden turn prose, I’d just be wasting your time, instead of flipping thoughts. What I am saying is that the pipe might not have been a pipe, but this poem is definitely a poem. You can check the hashtags, if you’re still not sure.
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quicktimeeventfull · 7 months
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i think about this meal from yoshihiro murata’s kaiseki at least once a month. now that fall has arrived, here is a meal to evoke the sentimental feelings we have for our departing friends.
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anticurses · 4 months
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natagain · 1 year
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i libe kwiji man bobs
man boobs
his hms mna bjon
hie rso
hjjeeeeeee is my loooooveeeeeeeeeeeee i willw love him forverb
he s mh dedecatiod i will never leave
we wil marry an rhen seperat at death but our concpusness will intertwine actualle so we are together forver he will mot loose me get rid of me i will folloq keiji am keiji lover keiji nation
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vignetted · 1 year
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s-and-man · 1 year
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There isn't enough fire in the world
There's one burning inside me
A small flame for now
Burning inside
Ready to erupt
There isn't enough fire in the world
I mean
How could there ever be
I see
So much I could burn
So much could use some light
I think
I'll soon burn out
Erupt in flames
And float around
And start smaller fires anywhere.
There isn't enough fire in the world
I think
I'll soon start another one.
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kingdeath000 · 1 year
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I would have the perfect body type to be a bear if only I could grow facial hair
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dogrotpdf · 1 year
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I hope you’re okay you seem sad :( if I had a cookie I’d give it to you
forever grieving for the things i cannot change. come to the kitchen i’ll bake us a pie and we can share it over tea
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sunlitmcgee · 2 years
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we die in the winter and soak the snow with out veins until the spring and then it’s still so cold but we ripped the sadness out so maybe this time this year this one this day, we will finally feel alive
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saturstay-oldblog · 2 years
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so 2023 is gonna be riverdale free?
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octoberloved · 8 months
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lucidloving · 7 months
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