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candle · 2 years

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— bird bones, tara fae

the bird flies into my mouth & I'm biting down before I know what's happening. & I'm sure that teeth sinking into feathers and the snapping of brittle bird bones should mean something but I'm tired of trying to explain myself. the bird flies into a cavernous mouth lined with sharp teeth and doesn't come back out. I would like to prove myself to myself with finality but any philosophical conclusion is prone to discussion and disagreement. here's the thing, I don't want my experiences discussed, they aren't up for debate. bird bones crunch and the sparrow's heart is crushed. I would like to propel myself with confidence into the mouth of my predator but there's more than one person that could kill me. I'm tired of explaining myself. the difference between a home and a mouth is not so large. it's pride month and I'm still on both sides, living in the grey area between the colours of the rainbow. I love the grey area I exist in but it's not pretty so I won't pretend it is. it's pride month and the colours that suit me are still up for debate even though I didn't ask. I tell you I love grey areas and every other colour on the spectrum and you tell me bi means two, as if love and language and apparently my right to decide for myself who I am too aren't prone to change. let me put this in a way you might understand. loving my dead bird doesn't mean I love my new bird any less, it just means I understand my capacity for love a little better. a metaphor for fear flies into my mouth. I bite down on it hard before I swallow it away.

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a-dore · 3 years

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“ I keep wishing for you, keep shutting up my eyes and looking toward the sky, asking with all my might for you, and yet you do not come. ”

#harry styles #hsedit #hsgifs #userindy #*mine #gifs*#hs*#color*

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dvstgatherer · 3 years

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(ig: midstofdying)

#dark academia #studyblr #bookblr #books #studyspo #bookstore #bookshelf #annibstudying #saintvellum #itshannyb #userindy

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hstylesnet · 3 years

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COUNTDOWN TO HARRY STYLES BIRTHDAY

14 DAYS: Harry’s Outfits From His World Tour + Fine Line Tour

#harry styles #harry styles birthday #hsedit #tsuserclaire #userluiza #userchelsea #userindy #ours*#by hasibi #27countdown*#flashing tw

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a-dorearchive · 4 years

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Dancing King

#hsedit #harry styles edit #harrystylesedit #harry styles concert #harry styles #userluiza #userstevie #userindy #userchelsea #gifs*#**mine #hs*

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oops-prow-did-it-again · 4 years

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I have been awake since 10amish yesterday and that is because last night after sleeping for like idk an hour I woke up with this INCREDIBLE URGE to write, so i spat out a chapter of Black 2 and then i wanted to write m o a r so I started another chapter but then brain was lagging too much to write consistently and I couldn't find a good song to listen to and I need to take care of the dogs and clean up in my grandmother's room (they use puppy pads, they're small dogs and my grandparents hate them going outside), except for that I need the mop except the mop is dirty except to clean it I need to wait 2.5 hours for the water and dryer cycle and o h m y g o d t h e t i m e that will take, but I can't write anymore until that's done for some reason but also also I need a shower except I need music to do that and my phones at 2% so that's gonna take two hours to charge which means I also can't brush my teeth or anything yet because i HAVE to shower beforehand for some reason but wait there's more I need to take the trash out but before I do that I need to take a shower so I can get dressed because I also need to go up to the bank and then before I get back to writing I also need to send in my weekly unemployment except I need to be ready to write to do that and re above where I have to do the everything else first

But also I need things to happen r i g h t n o w or else all the creative energy will leave

@adhd-vibes Aaaaaa v i b r a t i n g is the most accurate way I've ever heard this described as

#non pokemon #Writing #Adhd #Idk man help #userindy

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bubblegumc-blog1 · 6 years

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users king princess

@kingprincessily;

@westkprincess;

@featkingprinces;

@fuckingprincs;

@mababestraus;

@kprincesstraus;

@itskingprincess;

@mikaelastrausf;

@whoiskprincess/@whoskprincess;

@goodluckstraus;

(todos os users foram feitos por mim)

se usar ou gostar deixa o like valeu

#userskingprincess #userkingprincess #usermikaelastraus #usersrandom #userindie

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candle · 2 years

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— snow globes, tara fae

[ID: image reads: “I want an eternity made of glass. the secret to holding something up for so long is to imagine the shards at your feet, the ones that you’ll have to step through to run from your mistakes. I want an eternity made of glass, one which will shatter into a million pieces once I can’t hold it any longer. dropping the snow globe is an easy way out. by running from anything you ask it to chase after. by dropping the glass you’re asking for an ending. closing of a door. locking of a door. this is a place where good taste goes to die. snow globes with entire worlds inside. globe inside a globe. I want an eternity made of glass, mirror facing another mirror facing its reflection and waiting to fall off the wall. a stalemate of sorts. the secret to holding something up for so long is imagining the impact of its fall. the glass shards, the bad luck that comes from a broken mirror. the windows of a home really just point inward. this is a place where good taste goes to die, where the curtains are always shut, so no one can see when the snow globe falls off the shelf or the eternity made of glass hits the floor when you forget how to hold it up.” END ID]

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candle · 2 years

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— tara fae

[ID: image reads: “it’s summer, so I’m picturing the trajectory of the imperfect dive,

so I’m diving in & making an impact, splash hits the face

of my best friend, & I pretend I did it on purpose, so they’ll get in the pool

and splash me right back, war of glistening droplets, it’s summer

so it’s war, so it’s hiding under the surface & it’s

wondering how long I can hold my breath before

things start to blur & I start sinking again, & it’s summer so

there’s a sinking feeling as I get out of the pool, like

‘where do I go from here?’ like ‘what’s the point of a perfect dive

if no one witnesses it?’ like ‘am I ever coming back to this moment?’ &

the answer is no but it’s summer so I get out of the pool anyway.” END ID]

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candle · 2 years

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— routine of the perishable and the table legs, tara fae.

[ID: image reads “routine of the perishable and the table legs

roses in the centre of a table. table is square, and you keep stubbing your toe on its legs. poor table, the legs won’t help it to move from that spot. elbows on the table while you’re waiting. it’s rude, don’t you know. elbows off the table. legs crossed, legs uncrossed. rose loses a petal to a non-existent breeze. rose loses a petal. rose loses a petal. shadow creeping across the table. poor table, it’s getting dark and it can’t move. poor table, it’s covered in petals and elbows and shadow. elbows on the table. it’s only rude if you interpret it as such. it’s only rude if you notice. legs crossed, legs uncrossed. table staring at the movement of the legs, wonders why it can’t cross its own, wonders if perhaps less people would stub their toes if it could. rose losing a petal in the non-existent frenzy. rose losing a petal. rose losing a petal. sun coming up again, light creeping across the table. still sleeping under its cloth, dreaming of legs it might cross. still sleeping, still dreaming. toes stubbed on its legs, shocked awake. elbows on the table. it’s rude not to sweep away the petals but there the petals remain. elbows on the table, head on the table. rose loses a petal to the morning drowsiness. legs crossed, legs uncrossed. table watches jealously. rose loses another petal. rose loses a petal. rose loses a petal. someone had better clean those up. time to leave the table. table wonders where those legs go. table wonders what else there is but the kitchen and the cloth and the roses and the light and the elbow and the legs crossed under the table. rose loses a petal. rose loses a petal. poor roses. poor table. sunset and silence. dining room world. table imagines another dining room, all sunlight. table imagines another dining room, all darkness. table imagines legs. rose loses one last petal and is gone when the table wakes up.” END ID]

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candle · 2 years

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— Landscape with Fate in the Wreckage, Tara Fae

[ID: image reads:

“Landscape with Fate in the Wreckage

landscape of the road changed forever.

only so much light one person can take.

the summer, and the burning. found god

in the highway mirage, then tasted asphalt.

this, too, has lines which, when crossed, signify

closure. gravel underneath skin.

grazes don’t fade in memory. memory that fades

awaits recognition, even when it turns to fiction.

at what point does memory become fiction? what line is there?

no lines, just grazes. highway mirage,

just a mirage. no god to be found in asphalt.

only so much light before it becomes burning.

fire has no colour, just heat.

still, fire is red. another fiction.

at the heart of the flame there is shadow.

at the heart of the fire there is burning. only so much

light one can take. landscape changed forever.

another fiction.

landscape changed until you blink.

wreck on the road until someone takes it away.

this, too, has lines which, when crossed, stain.

sun in the sky until we turn slightly too far.

flames in the sky until there aren’t.

sky, fiction anyway.

corpse on the road until it isn’t.

this, too, has lines which, when crossed,

fade altogether.

sun in the sky until we turn away.

flowers by the highway mirage. a cross without faith.

asphalt in the mouth until there is no mouth.

god in the mirage until the fiction fades.

god on the ground until the fiction fades.

god in the wreckage until the fiction

fades.” END ID]

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candle · 2 years

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Observations #1 - it’s summer, so it’s war, Tara Fae

A mini zine-based collection by yours truly

It is completely free, but donations are always appreciated! Thank you for the ongoing support.

You will get a PDF document

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hstylesnet · 3 years

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COUNTDOWN TO HARRY STYLES BIRTHDAY

10 DAYS: Photoshoots + Edits

#harry styles #harry styles gifs #harry styles birthday #hs #hsedit #by hasibi #tuserclaire #userchelsea #tuserluiza #userindy #ours*#27countdown*

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a-dore · 3 years

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your daily reminder!

#harry styles #hsedit #hstylesedit #gifmakersource #tsuserclaire #tsuserashley #tuserluiza #userananyab #usergreta #userindy #userbritney #fleurdelaqoeur #userisabelle #*mine #bw*#hs*

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a-dore · 3 years

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emotions and rare words: playlists

heliophilia: (n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight

ecstatic shock: (n.) the surge of energy upon catching a glance from someone you like—a thrill that starts in your stomach, arcs up through your lungs and flashes into a spontaneous smile—which scrambles your ungrounded circuits and tempts you to chase that feeling with a kite and a key.

flaneur: (n.) a person who strolls the city in order to experience it .

heartworm: (n.) a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smoldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire.

wanderlust: (n.) a strong desire or urge to wander or travel and explore the world roam and be free.

xeno: (n.) the smallest measurable unit of human connection exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone

aesthete: (adj.) someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature.

keyframe: (n.) a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life—set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next.

sanctuary: (n.) a comforting place of refuge and rest in a noisy, chaotic world.

raison d'être: (n.) the most important reason or purpose for someone or something's existence.

avenoir: (n.) the desire that memory could flow backward. We take it for granted that life moves forward. But you move as a rower moves, facing backwards: you can see where you’ve been, but not where you’re going.

eunoia: (n.) a pure and well-balanced mind, a good spirit.

#playlists #words playlist #Spotify #spotify playlist #playlistedit #userelke #usergreta #tsuserashley #userindy #usertara #*meu

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hstylesnet · 3 years

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COUNTDOWN TO HARRY STYLES BIRTHDAY

13 DAYS: Cover Songs

#harry styles #harry styles birthday #hsedit #tsuserclaire #userluiza #userchelsea #userindy #ours*#flashing tw #27countdown*#by luiza

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