#4amthoughts

[usmccarter]

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[maurice-lenox26]

To the Nights of Fleeting Flight

To pursue endlessly

the dark behind

stars

every shadow birthed

from the sun

and every window opened

for the moon

Entails the lightest, most fleeting of thoughts

to go without being

taken for granted

knowing every and any moment in time, perfectly rendered could be

the end of all time, with none

holding precedence or privilege

over the other, with no one

idea going overturned

like a stone or a bill or the yammering alarm

snoozed and deferred,

to go without being outspoken

but spoken just enough

to be, at last, heard, and to long enough

resonate in the hearts of those

burdened nightly by all the night sky

weighing down on their chests while lying prone

on their mattresses relentlessly asking

why, and for what purpose?

To what end must we always be reminded

of how quickly g(ODD) can omnipotently destroy us, omnisciently see our suffering, and omnibenevolently avert our gaze?

And for those, who's names must never be erased

on the shores of time

who suffered at the hands of crime

never to go unprinted, unaccounted for, or wholly unresolved,

know this: you are more than a mere thought in someone's mind, more than a fleeting feeling of zephyrus and breeze, you are a force to be

believed in, an opened window, an unlocked door, a porch light left on, and at last, someone's breath of relief,

they're,

g(ODD)amn it, they're home.

[leveysmusings]

Butterflies

It's been a while...

I still get butterflies thinking of our first kiss and our second kiss and our third kiss You go on and on running laps in my head oh how I wish instead you were here in my bed In each other’s arms head on your chest whilst you kiss me gently on my forehead a silencing comfort, while my heart burns I look up to you and your lips find mine now I’ve lost count but there it is…

[robynewren]

F*** Pierre

I hate Pierre...

No but like, I really hate Pierre.

So unsurprisingly, when I play Stardew, my characters aren't too fond of Pierre either. Sometimes I only 10 hearts him to complete my game.

I created a Joja file with a character named Sinner (because also f*** Joja) and while I was playing it, I realised the best way to f*** over Pierre was not only to support the megacorporation that was trying to put him out of business, but ruin his personal life as well. So I married his daughter. I'm also at 10 hearts with Caroline as well, so my hc is that I'm sleeping with her on the side.

But anyway, I'm doing my 1.6 playthrough and started a new playthrough with Cass (because no-one else gets to marry my sweet doctor boi), and I'm trying to get as far as possible before end of year 2, so I loaded up on loved gifts for the villagers and went on my merry way. I found about 8 of them in Pierres, went around and gave them all their favourite things, then just looked at Pierre.

All I could imagine was an interaction playing out, like Pierre watches Cass give everyone gifts that they love, and is like "hey farmer, what you got in that backpack for me?"

And Cass just stares at Pierre for a few moments, before giving him the middle finger and walking out.

Anyway, I found the idea amusing, but I doubt it'll make it into LSBS so enjoy my 4am thoughts/fic outtakes

#stardewvalley #sdv1.6 #farmerOC #larksstillbravelysinging #Cass #Pierre #hatePierre #fpierre #4amthoughts #sdv #Joja #Harvey #Abigail #Caroline

[extremelynessa]

It’s 4am and I’m wondering if God can hear my prayers. Can he see and feel my tears? I’ve been praying and praying but it’s just feelin the same after all these years. I contemplate and wonder is it gonna get better? I’m seeing others get love, marriage, babies and success. I just wanna be able to stare at myself in the mirror in a white dress.

I’m dying on the inside but I always look for hope. I’m pulling and pulling on God’s safety rope. Lord if you hear me, I’m asking for strength. I’m asking for your protection over my heart cuz my mind is sinking. I just keep thinking, it’ll be better. I know it will. I hold onto faith and pray for tomorrow that I’ll get what I deserve. For now I gotta put my mind and soul on do not disturb.

It’s too much for my heart too much for my soul to sit here and look back at my life unfold. I got this pen to this paper, praying it’ll get me somewhere greater. Lord if you hear me, I’m asking for your guidance. I pray you just show me where the light is.

#prayer #mypoetry #4amthoughts

[smol-kasian]

Lost in the past

& I ever wonder, do you ever think of me when you look at her/him?

Does your heart beat as strong as it did when we were together?

Are your birthdays everything you wanted and more?

[idrawbecauseimsad]

What doesn’t kill you leave scars, ruins your lungs, dries out all you tear, leaves you lying awake at 4 in the morning wishing you weren’t alive

[holysheeez]

Keeping myself busy at work lately. I dunno if it's because I'm stressed with my life. Lol 😅

I feel tired but I just don't have anything else to do.

Fuck Covid! Wishing this pandemic to end soon. Travel plans for this year were cancelled. I don't have any plans on my birthday next month but I badly want to celebrate it anywhere but definitely not at home.

[usmccarter]

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[leveysmusings]

Midnight Stroll

I’d like to take a quiet night stroll down my street Guided by the streetlights, I tread on safely Avoiding the dark, avoiding what lurks underneath I’d like to walk the beach someday, doing the same Maybe I’m cutting in my allowance But, oh, how wonderful it would be to be out after midnight Taking a walk, listening to sufi To see and feel without a care Follow Midnight Stroll Winter…

[abluvicn]

04:24 a.m, a thought that a part of me wishes I hadn’t formed into words

Sometimes I envy those who can build their love up. Who settle for pure curiosity, interest and appreciation at first, who know a fundament is enough to start. Who can gaze at someone they don’t truly know and say they love them without feeling like it’s superficial.

I wish I could go on dates but I can’t. I can’t comprehend the idea of seeing someone and thinking maybe. Of meeting with one I don’t genuinely know and immediately giving it a romantic context, even allowing my mind to acknowledge a possibility of romance.

Sometimes I envy those who easily fall in love. Or simply feel something, anything and baptize it in that extravagant name. I’m not sure what they experience and I never will be. The only thing I know is that they have a chance, a room for development, for devotion to grow and I don’t.

I don’t catch feelings or get crushes as people like to say these days. I don’t consider having emotions, I don’t analyze others. It takes me a long time and a strong bond to develop any romantic attraction. That’s what kills me every time and presumably will kill me for good one day. Because when I finally do, I love them for them and not for the idea of them either of us have constructed. Yes, it makes it intense, it makes it authentic, but it’s equally as exquisite as perilous since I haven’t found a cure for it. I don’t know how to return when I have to.

I once had a dream where an old man told me I think you love too much to ever be loved even a little bit and I hate to say it but it’s true. I hate to say it for there’s nothing that makes me more sorrowful than a thought of living without passion. I fear what’s average. I feed on the idea of life and the only definition of it I can give is simply feeling, experiencing, being, unrestrained by ourselves. I don’t want to contemn the way I love, it makes me me, it makes me alive but...

I just can’t help but think I love so deeply I dig my own grave.

[ssweetgloomyeyess]

"What is left behind for us, _?"

there are things that i regret,

like things that i didnt do or say.

some things never really leave my head,

like when i used to take your breath away.

-saph the duck

[retaliationisfutile420]

Sometimes anxiety is locking yourself in the kitchen at work, just to feel contained.

[li-way-way]

I hope the next time she found love, it's something that last. Where she no longer have to meet new people 'cause she finally met someone who wants to see every side of her. Good or bad, he'll be there. She can see him in the end.

I hope the next time she found love, it's something that built with happiness. Sure, it's not always about blue skies and blooming flowers but it's about always choosing happiness. In gloominess, and sunshine, he'll be there. She can see him choosing her.

The next time she found love, I hope he found her too.

[cxndemned--xvii]

When does it get betterr