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tipsandtricksforlife28 · 9 months ago
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महात्मा गाँधी के अनमोल विचार | mahatma gandhi ke vichar | Precious Thoug...
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jupiterntaurus · 2 years ago
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Bewildering Dreams
Bewildering Dreams The ticket to the gates is golden. And the stakes of the game are high. Yet we’re betting all our chances to luck. And we pray that it’s enough to start again, to build again, to fight to live to be happy again. Are we foolish? Are we dreaming? Is this real? Are we laughing? Are we trippin’? What’s going on out there? Yes. Maybe? Maybe not. Maybe a little. Maybe a whole…
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inabigworld · 10 months ago
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to go where you love, and bring love where you go.
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gracebriarwoodwrites · 6 days ago
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I write fragile on a dozen boxes salvaged from recycling I forgot to take out before I knew I was moving and my hand shakes even more each time. The lines bleed off the box corners and into me. I'm fragile, you see.
#poem#poetry#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#long story short i have made choices in my life such that my only option when i hit this present juncture#was to move home and i am not handling the lack of choice well#in my first year living here especially i bought beautiful fragile things because i love beautiful fragile things and because i thought#i was on the path that my next move would be my last one. i was going to buy a home and that would be it and i'd only need to pack up#my whole life once more and so i could justify the vintage vases and such. but the past couple of years have been brutal on me#and i've made choices that i stand by and choices that i don't and now i'm moving home and it's less than ideal but i'll make it work#perhaps this is short story long#anyway. before i first moved in my roommate texted me from home depot because she and her boyfriend were at home depot#and i was at work at the time. and she wanted to know what color i wanted my room because they were gonna paint my room that day#and i didn't have time to make a decision and she's an artist with a great eye so i sent her my pinterest decor board and said maybe a gree#like this kind of green? and she got this gorgeous green reminiscent of a paris green that looks amazing with all my art on the walls#but i just had to take the art down. i'm in the middle of the task actually. and now it's just this big green expanse#and i'm not feeling so good about leaving this place#but the way i felt so safe and so loved when i got that text and when i got here and saw that the room was painted bc they wanted me to sta#the past few years have been not so good in a lot of ways like i said but this place was an island of peace for me when things were rough#anyway. fragile. thanks for listening
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feral-harvest · 9 months ago
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How tenderly he holds the viper with it’s fangs in his palm.  How endless the trails of blood how parallel                           how calm. 
Carolina Outcrop. Hold the Attention of a Woman.
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Detail of “The Man of Sorrows” by Hans Memling.
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avelera · 2 years ago
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Calliope in Sandman is the Muse of Epic Poetry, right? Not the Muse of Haikus. We mostly see her in captivity but the few times we don't even in the comic I think we've got some evidence that this goddess likes to talk.
So now I'm imagining that Dream of the Endless has an even more specific type than we realized: not just gorgeous brunets with dark eyes (Nada, TV version Calliope & Hob, and Comic Alianora)
No, Dream's type is in fact gorgeous brunets with dark eyes who will also talk at him for hours about their special interest so he doesn't have to. All Dream has to do is sit back, relax, and listen to his love tell him stories all day.
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decisions-at-3am · 6 months ago
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I will never get used to How gently you treat me. As if I were fragile as glass, My existence lacking solidity.
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thebunnednun · 17 days ago
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When you love somebody, you don’t get to pick their flaws. 
You have to embrace the whole of them—the good and the bad.
Everybody has flaws. The love you feel for that person's light has to be strong enough to withstand their darkness, because everyone has a shadow. Loving someone means accepting that their darker aspects might touch you too, and while those flaws don’t necessarily define who they are, they don’t stop existing either. 
Love isn’t about perfection; it’s about understanding and navigating the hard stuff together.
It’s about loving despite the bad because good will overcome it. 
-Angellica
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kaywrites23 · 1 year ago
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Maybe, just maybe, in another universe we were meant to be.
Then maybe there would be an us
instead of just
a you
and
a me.
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poetrybynoone · 5 months ago
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tipsandtricksforlife28 · 9 months ago
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कहानी - महात्मा बुद्ध | आनंद त्याग में है | Buddha Wani | Story of Gauta...
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susanomalis · 9 months ago
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1 year could feel like 1 hour with the right person. It’s like your whole life is not going to be enough.
- forever feels like temporary
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inabigworld · 8 months ago
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i don’t desire mediocre love. i want a love that is so deep, i want someone to drown in me.
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leavemeslowly · 2 months ago
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I dreamed a dream. It was a dream within a dream within a dream. It was a dream about being somewhere else, having skin different from the one I was brought in to this earth.
The dream went further. I had became someone else and then I forgot that person forever. The dream continued. I actually got to leave. I left and everyday tried to wake up from that dream I was living and others would kill to actually live through. The dream went on. I ended up in the same place where it started but I can’t wake up.
It’s a dream that I am living and I don’t know how to make it real again.
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feral-harvest · 9 months ago
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This parched heart, rasps your name. At least wounds gush, this is just a dried-up riverbed of rocks.
~ Longing
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imfullofworms · 3 months ago
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Leafless
I grit
my crooked teeth
watching from two
green windows
at forever-winter
leafless
gutter-thing
rat feast
I have fallen
once more
by me
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