#Poert

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Down bad for the Chairman’s after party look

@taylorswift @taylornation

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Worst/best movie you've ever watched?

the worst movie that ive ever watxhed was this italian .... movie ? i feel like i cant even classify it as a movue vecause this was like .. weird .. it was called la bonne and i watched it when i was finding as many lesbian movies as possible and this wasnt even .. maybe ir was a bit gay i guess from one of the girls pov ?? i mesn the gayest thing they did is show each other their pussies and then play sexual bdsm style hide and seek ?? i hobestly dont know rhat was crazy it wasnt even gay tjis was like honoerotic undertones that could be read as manipulative and for other reasons that arent rveb gay .. very entertaining in a way

the besr movie ive ever watxhed is like a top three and those top three are carol, carmilla (2019) and my first summer .. mt first summer was jst very adorable and carol has older lesbian women and thats well fucking hot i fucking love that mocie and carmilla 2019 ???? IT WAS A VAMPIRE !!! AND THEY EVEN SHARED A BLOODY KISS LIKE ACTUAL BLOOD !!! wnd that was so hot mygodd .... jesus fucking christ ... thats the best mocie in my opinion i hate the ending si nuch but god it was so hot .. carmilla ..

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Teri Yaad Poetry-6

Teri Yaad Poetry-6 معلوم بھی ہے کہ یہ ممکن نہیں ہے مگر ��ِک آس سی رہتی ہے کہ تم یاد کرو گے  

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

The fact that I have the poert to put my thoughts out into the world and have them experienced by potentially anyone who sees them and I can be perceived by anyone is so fundamentally...

You don't understand I can like just put my meat thoughts into the meath thoughts of somebe without the meat ever meeting.

Im on acid rigjt now and I think the fact that I am capable of communication is a wonderful merical

[dailyweird12]

Maths

Numbers.@realanitaj One plus one is twoI have forgotten the day I met youThree plus three is sixI have forgotten to make a wishFour plus Four is eightBut I need eight minus one to meet you at heavens gate  © Anita Johnson Don’t be a pessimist be an optimist

[proseandspilledink]

dating me

dating my mental illness means anger. i will not be able to control the way the irritation rolls over my skin at the sound of you tapping your foot to the floor. i am sorry if i snap. i am sorry. i just need the sound to stop, the sound is all too much in my head and it is grating against my eardrums. i can hear my own blood, i can feel my own heartbeat. my skin is prickly. please do not touch me, please.

dating my mental illness means sleep. there will be days where i am unable to rise. where my bed brings more comfort than your arms. i will lay there, restless and defeated, sliding between conscious and unconscious. then i will wake and my body will ache and my mind will ache. and then i will be awake. for days it seems, for weeks it feels. i will be unable to rest. i will be unable to face the night or the day or the in between. the insomnia will drive me to the brink. often. but i will come back.

dating my mental illness means apathy. i will yearn to feel as you feel, touch as sweetly as you touch, speak as kindly as you speak. but i cannot. my tongue is a heavy metal weight in my mouth and i’m choking on the nothing that lies in my throat. there is no pain here. there is also no joy or sadness or worry or wonder. i will be nothing. it is not your fault, you cannot make me laugh though you wish to hear it, though you wish to see me smile. it is not your fault.

dating my mental illness means loneliness. you will miss the days when my body curved against you own. you will miss the days your fingers danced across my skin and i arched into you, craving you, chasing you. but there are days where my side of the bed means mine alone. there are days when i will turn from your soft caresses. i am sorry. i am sorry. but please, not today.

dating my mental illness means ache. i cannot explain to you all the days this hurts. deep down inside my bones it hurts to want to want. and to see you want. i cannot do anything about it. i simply ache. whether it be with sadness or longing, i ache. and all i must do is ebb and flow within myself until i rise to the surface and break free. until i dust off the ash. until i smile again. 

dating my mental illness means anxiety. it will be unbridled. it will be rolling off my skin in droves. sometimes i will question you. more times than not i will question myself. i am unsure of both the way my year will turn and the way all of life will turn. you do not have the answers but at that thought alone i crumble. it will not be easy. but rather than glue me back to pieces please just carry them with you, close to you heart until i need them again.

[novas-space]

Poems #1

a letter to you

hi there. things are really hard right now.

or maybe they're not. i don't know when you'll see this again.

i know it feels like everyone's leaving.

everything

is

falling.

but it won't forever.

you'll keep the friends you really want

and the ones you love so dearly, may slip away, may

leave.

but you will go on. with their memories.

with yours.

the emotions will always be remembered, yeah?

when the memories fade.

you have things to do so. please.

just keep in mind.

they'd be proud of who you

grew up

to be.

but most of all. they'd hope you to be proud

of what you had

[damladanummana]

SİYAH VE BEYAZ

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1 week with the manuscript 🤍

The Tortured Poets Department

@taylorswift @taylornation

[ebpnovin]

TP-Link TL-SG1016 with 16 ports

سوئیچ 16 پورت تی پی لینک TL-SG1016

[raymundocortizoperez]

https://pingosdeletraspoesias.blogspot.com

[finita--la--commedia]

I love your comic stories, I love your pointed verse,  your worldliness rehearsed in satires and in missives, your purity of style and couplets where your mischief and playful wit beguile.

Alexander Pushkin (1797-1837), from “Small Town” (1815) in: “ Lyrics and Shorter Poems. Volume 1. Boyhood and School Years 1809–17 “ “ Люблю твои забавы;  Люблю твой колкий стих  В посланиях твоих,  В сатире – знанье света  И слога чистоту,  И в резвости куплета  Игриву остроту “

[zaccahrycrookes]

Love

He’s loved many in his days, in many ways; although none like her

She, she had stolen his heart from the beginning. Before it had even started beating, before his chest had heaved with its first breath, all this time.

All those years she still knows him best, better then he ever could. He could never let her slip through his fingers, like sand of the beach they both played on. Nor she, he. Is that just a sick twist of fate, or glorious destiny 

She brings out the best of him, but in many ways could be the death of him 

[yourdailythoughtz]

Why does everything hurt all the time? Why can't I smile and mean it? Why can't anyone see? Why do I feel cold and alone all the time?

your daily thoughts

[daffodilcharms]

Mukafat-e-Amal

This is the word on which many people are living. This gives many life, peace and hope that there is someone who is here for us in all forms. If for today something is bothering us or we can’t overcome it that even we want to end up our life but that WORD, after reading this we all gloom up again that no worries there is punishment for all wrongdoings my Allah is looking and He will do…

[dannykemp]

The Death The scribe scribbled on, long into the night. His pencil dulled, as did the candlelight. He shivered with cold and his fingers ached,