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Every january goth couples are fucking hard to try and have a halloween baby they're gonna name ophelia or some shit
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someone with a major in literature and/or poetry tell me what's so poetic about this that it captivated me because i have no idea honestly
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Welcome to Tumblr, we *smack* are a normal *smack* social media blogging *smack smack smack* website.
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Mr @straycatj chilling cool style (⌐ ▀ᆽ▀ )✨
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my kid has started to write stories and like, no lies, they’re funny as fuck
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From Laura Andrea's chapbook, Prestige TV Killed the Starlet, available from Bottlecap Press!
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honestly what's better than coming home and holding your little kitty cat and hearing him purr?
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The Echoes of Unseen Tides
In the shadow of a whisper, betrayal dances, Hope stirs like a phoenix in a stormy sky, Joy, a fleeting ghost, haunts the corners of memory, Where longing stretches thin, like threads of twilight. A heartbeat, drumming, then silence—a scream wrapped in velvet, Rage blooms like wildflowers in a barren heart’s garden, Each petal a memory, sharp and vivid, yet tender, Yearning, the tide that pulls and pushes, relentless. You, a mirage on the horizon, flickering with laughter, Yet distance clings like fog between our fingertips— I reach, but grasp only the chill of absence, As time pirouettes, a cruel jest in the theater of stars. Sorrow spills like ink on a canvas of dreams, Painting desires in hues of electric blue and muted gray, While intimacy, a delicate thread, unravels in the wind, Unseen yet felt, the ache of what could have been. In the end, we are fragments of a forgotten symphony, Notes lost in the cacophony of unfulfilled promises, But still, I dance in the echoes of your absence, Where hope and heartbreak entwine in a bittersweet embrace.
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not sure which context you might use this image in (although im sure star trek universe will provide a cause) but it was created purely because autofill suggestes several times that i meant "stock" not "spock"
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id: tweet from 10:02 pm on 10/9/24. @Fredward3948576 : [suddenly interested] this "power of friendship" ... can it pay off gambling debt
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