poetofthefallenmoon

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gonna start living life like it's a sim game

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walk barefoot on grass today. speak to a tree. gaze at fungi in awe, how they connect and support their own. find a glistening stream. tell a bird you're listening to its calls. remember to stop and breathe. know that you're a wonder in a world filled with wonders. know that you are loved.

[poetofthefallenmoon]

Things I have been trained to do since being adopted by a puppy:

• follow a healthy sleep cycle from 11:30 pm to 6:30 am

• look forward to mornings filled with love

• take frequent breaks from work

• go for walks at least three times a day

• spent more time in play than in worry

• laugh 30x more per day

[poetofthefallenmoon]

slow burn enemies to lovers: ★★★★★

slow burn sapphic enemies to lovers involving mutual pining and daggers: ★★★★★★★★★★

[poetofthefallenmoon]

walk barefoot on grass today. speak to a tree. gaze at fungi in awe, how they connect and support their own. find a glistening stream. tell a bird you're listening to its calls. remember to stop and breathe. know that you're a wonder in a world filled with wonders. know that you are loved.

[poetofthefallenmoon]

there's beauty in yearning. in wanting whispered words of tenderness witnessed only by the stars. in breathing in the same night air while the city sleeps. in falling in love: with poetry, with the ache of desperation, the wretchedness of belonging only to a memory, to hope, to distance that echoes with desire.

[i am reduced to a thing that wants - Vita to Virginia]

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we need to talk more about how it feels when depression finally lifts—maybe for a few hours, maybe for a day—like you're walking out on a pleasant breezy day after being confined in a cold stone cavern or breathing in oxygen after suffocating in the sea. the way you actually understand why things like birds chirping and the smell of wet mud and distant laughter get romanticised in poems. the way you're propelled with energy to do things, to dance and sing and make art and work on Big Projects, and how your mind is constantly filled with ideas, with something close to excitement. then the switch inevitably flips and everything's dull and deadened again and you have to scrabble over four layers of prison walls with no handholds to even function and wash your face and meet targets for the bills you have to pay. to focus and execute something then feels like pulling nails out of a wall with your fingernails, like filling a sea with teardrops, like building a castle with motes of dust. and you keep waiting, waiting, waiting for a lifeboat to make you feel alive again. for a few moments.

[poetofthefallenmoon]

Just ADHD brain things: remembering a person's name by associating it with another person's name, but the latter sounds nothing like the former & the similarities exist only in your head

[poetofthefallenmoon]

felt depressed, got a new tattoo. still depressed, but with a fun new tattoo.

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i can’t bear to think he’s alive in this world and thinking ill of me - Elizabeth Bennet

[poetofthefallenmoon]

dont ask me to hang out at 11pm what do you think this is…..i’m in bed i got no bra on i already exfoliated. its too late

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person: calm down

me: no i'm gonna keep complaining and be bitter about this, thanks

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Person from real life: Yeah I have tumblr

Me: Cool, me too

Person: Oh cool, whats your username?

Me:

Me: hahah

Me: no

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Sirius: I'm over the moon for you.

Sirius: I'm mooning over you.

Sirius: You are my moon.

Sirius: You're like the--

Remus: If you say moon, I'll eat your face.

Sirius: Moony

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SHE IS THE BEAUTIFULEST PERSON 

I want to be the Queen.