#'there will be poems—' always makes me cry

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[not what I usually update but dreams poem typed out for easier reading]

🟢 — DreamMuisicTaken

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You're not the only girl in the world, lots of other girls exist. You're not the only girl in the world, but it sure feels like it.

When I look into your eyes, they shine and glow just like a star. always reminding me that forever, really isn't that far. There's a planet in your eyes, a planet of our own. on earth there's lots of others, but here we're all alone.

A planet we rule together, alone as king and queen. where our life forever, is the one and only theme.

A planet so big, with all the happiest things. a planet where our memories make up all the rings.

A planet that's oxygen is made of only our breaths, where the sun rises and falls to the beats of our chests.

there's no bills, and no stress or any of our issues. there's no crying or sickness, so we threw out all the tissues.

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there's no cancer and no death, as funny as it seems, all the sizes are perfect, so you fit in all your Jeans.

this planet is real, I can always see it in your eyes. I think it's that place everyone brings up when someone dies.

the planet is there, and I see it each and every day. And not for one second, has it ever gone away.

our planet is real, just as real as it can be. you may not be perfect, but you're perfect for me.

You're not the only girl in the world, at least not on earth. but here on this planet, you are, for what it's worth.

I live on this planet, a lot of the times. I live on this planet, that exists only in your eyes. This planet is our future, and what it will be. You're not the only girl in the world. But you're the only girl, for me.

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: LSM x fem!reader 

Requested: No

Genre:  soulmates!au, angst

Warning(s):  sad

Summary: Seokmin loves love. But love doesn't love him back.

Word count:  788

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disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration. 

a/n: I would greatly appreciate it if all of you could take a moment to comment on this fic. As an author, I find great value in your feedback, as it allows me to better comprehend my readers, and I thoroughly enjoy interacting with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to talk about this fic or send me an ask. So please don’t be a silent reader.

a/n2: I don't know if I will make this into a series, but do tell me if you want me to do so!

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Seokmin loves love. He looks at young lovers in the park sitting on a bench, leaning on each other or holding hands, and he hopes they stay like that forever. Hell, if he could, his official profession would be matchmaking. But after a bit of a trial run during his uni days, the man understood that he is horrendous at it. He has more chances of pairing Mingyu’s socks than pairing two humans. What can he say—he just likes to bring people together. The only problem is that he’s far more impatient than an alpha particle roaming around in a chamber.

Now, it must not come as a shock to you that this man has indeed fallen in love and, like most of us in this universe, has had his heart broken too. I mean, it was his fault for falling in love with a woman who had another man’s name written in the script of her fate. But hey, love is love. You never understand when it will attack, and, being the defenseless fool you are, you just fall for it.

Seokmin understands it was never meant to be, but that doesn’t mean he loved her any less. Unlike most, he was devoted to Somin. He loved her like a poet loves his poem, like the paper loves its pen, like the sunflower loves the sun. He remembers how his world would light up the minute she came into his peripheral vision. He loved her with every breath he took and every drop of water he drank.

But like every other forbidden relationship, this one didn’t last. Somin found her fated mate, her soulmate. And just like water melting from a glacier, she seeped away from his life with a sad look of apology toward Seokmin and an enchanting smile for her one and only.

Was Seokmin sad? Obviously, he was! Who wouldn’t be? That night, he drank like there was no tomorrow, and Chan still brings it up sometimes: “Hyung looked like he wanted to crush that new dude of his ex, but also looked scared when he remembered his face.” I mean, obviously, that man was built like a truck. As much as Seokmin claims he likes to do push-ups and lift, he could never be the hunk of a man Seungcheol is. Never!

But even after all that, he could never get angry at anyone. It was his and solely his fault for falling in love with a woman who was not fated to be his. The blame falls on him, no one else. They had promised to be each other’s forever, but somewhere deep down, he knew it wouldn’t last. He knew that all those talks were just talks. So when the inevitable happened, he wasn’t angry at her—just happy. No matter how brutally she broke his heart, she deserved to be loved the right way, and so did her soulmate. He would have broken off the relationship anyway the minute he knew about Seungcheol—no questions asked.

Now, this brings us to this very gloomy, rainy day at the bus stop. Seokmin hates the rain; it reminds him of tears, and he hates to see the sky cry. But everyone’s gotta cry once in a while, so he’ll let it go this time.

This is when he feels it—the sting on his back where his mark is. The beautiful fish painted on his skin feels alive. Not even a minute after the sting, he feels it—the pull, the pull to look at the passengers getting off the bus.

That’s when he sees her: the literal definition of beauty and grace, the beautiful butterfly in this gloomy world. His one and only soulmate. You.

That’s when you look at him, feeling the pull too. It seems as though the world has stopped for Seokmin. Time has allowed him this moment to stare at you and take in your grace and beauty. And suddenly, he realizes you’re heading straight for him. Straightening his back, he looks at you expectantly, hoping to hear your name pour out of those beautiful, glossy, plump lips of yours. And then he sees them move. But he doesn’t understand what you’re saying, because your beauty has rendered him speechless.

Then he hears the words—those ominous words that will haunt him for the rest of his life, maybe even eternity: “I don’t believe in soulmates, so let’s never fucking meet each other again, ever!”

And before the boy can even process the words you’ve just thrown at him, you’re walking away. And just like that, the Seoul rush engulfs you like a sea monster, not letting Seokmin reach you to at least ask why.

a/n: thank you so much for reading, please don’t forget to leave a review

[cinematicnomad]

THE TERROR ▸ 1.09 the c, the c, the open c

[citycrows]

But tonight he is alive. And as he stares up at the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.

(The two headed calf by Laura Gilpin)

[mumblesplash]

man i’ve had pretty serious art block before in the past but it was always more a lack of inspiration/irl stuff draining all my energy, currently Not having art block but getting hit by my first bout EVER of feeling like i just straight up can’t make anything that’s good enough and oh my god how do people deal with this

[riemmetric]

Hurricane by Mary Oliver

[bitsbyt3s]

[fallenclan]

SLAMONMOOSE KITS JAYCALL + BEEFRECKLE MATES & WARRIOR CEREMONY!!!!!! YES.... YES!!!

WAILS abt the kits firstly they are tremendously cute and the little bicolour being named Shrew is wonderfully heartbreaking. And HELL YEAH JAYCALL & BEEFRECKLE MOMENTS... Enjoy them both greatly I'm gnawing on them about it.

Why I'm here, though. Ohhhghh... Cinderstone has the same trait Grassroot did. Do you think Yewberry or Ivybounce are ever reminded of her, when they look at Cinders? It makes me think of the poem "A Drink of Water" by Jeffery Harrison...

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OHHH GOD I DIDNT EVEN THINK ABT THE CINDERSTONE THING.... SHE DOES HAVE THE SAME TRAIT AS GRASSROOT god thats so heartbreaking,,, bro the POEM????? wailing sobbing eating drywall

[thatone-churro]

maybe i’m just feeling really sad and stuff right now (i am, at least when this is queued, but that’s not the point) but i really REALLY wanna write something that just. makes someone sob. like yeah i joke that “i can never write happy stuff if it’s not upsetting it’s not mine sorry” but i feel like i never nail the raw emotion. i feel like i either lean too much or not enough into the “cliches” for it to work right. i wanna write something that just hits in the chest so hard so naturally, like i’m reading you perfectly at your worst. i want the sob to be genuine. and i wanna make it worth it. does that make sense??? idk. i know i’m still a “beginner” (haven’t been dedicated to writing poetry for even a year yet tbh; it was a hobby until my first class last semester) but like. this is my ultimate goal tbh. if i write something that resonates so strongly with someone that they cry and/or carry it for the rest of their life in a way that either hurts or haunts or relieves or maybe all of the above, then i guess i was a good poet.

or smthn idk

[dearestgojo]

Not me crying at 10 am over mommy issues

[wickershells]

Feeling very jittery + strange + dissociated it is notttt going to be a good day

[mechieonu]

"You can be an angel!" and it's double meanings currently make me go insane bc for crowley, it sounds like an invitation he should want bc he's "good enough" for it and someone's deigning to give it to him, (but we ALL know that's the last thing aziraphale could MEAN it as) but to AZIRAPHALE it's the chance to do something that's never been done before. it's not about bringing crowley back into the fold as a former disgraced prince of heaven but to make the place perfect for the both of them and for everyone, bc it's clear that heaven has an institutional problem, and wouldn't it be perfect if they could be happy together in a place they made their own? but i don't think he realizes that they already have a place like that

[mivones]

If I had a wish I could wish for you, I’d make a wish for sunshine all the while.

[onewholivesinloops]

You know what I would’ve loved to see Rika discuss with the St. Lucia girls at the salon? Her poems

[caruliaa]

reading my own poetry. starting to think this bitch has some traumas and mental problems

[campirebitesarchive]

I don’t feel real and my family’s greatest talent is making me feel absolutely hated yeehaw <3