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“I wonder what it’s like to be with someone who can love you through your rage.” ― Sabaa Tahir, All My Rage
#thebookferret#books#booklr#book worm#book nerd#book pets#book addict#book photography#bibliophile#ferret#ferrets of tumblr#pets of tumblr#sabaa tahir#all my rage#all my rage quotes
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Sokka: hi, I’m bi. I’m attracted to women because they are incredible and I’m attracted to men because I love making bad choices
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#found this in my drafts#so good morning and have some nonesense#original: twitter#imagine a cartoon where he points at Suki and she’s doing something incredible#and then he points at Zuko and he’s lost his mind with rage bc a small insect crawled into his soup#but equal heart eyes for all#he means everything to me#surprise I did draw it and it’s on my page now#zukka#atla Sokka#sokka#atla Zukka#atla#sukka#atla sukka#Suki#zuko#incorrect quotes#my incorrect quotes
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WAIT WAIT WAIT CHERIK MPREG IS CANON
i cannot stress enough how canon cherik mpreg is, yes my friend
#snap chats#i could elaborate in the main body but i cant distract from the epic statement 'cherik mpreg is canon'#ill elaborate down here tho LOL. not extensively Just Enough to provide context#anyways 90's run where erik's on his bullshit as per usual and at some point rips the adamantium out of logan's body#which causes charles to . how do you even describe what happens Like He Invades Erik's Mind To Get Him To Cut That Shit#cause this was just The Final Straw at that point#but the problem is while charles is in erik's mind. And I Quote. Paraphrase Whatever Its Been A Minute#'something implants itself within charles' and onslaught just kinda festers in the back of charles' mind for a while#and onslaught is basically just. every evil/dark/wrong thought charles has ever had + erik's rage and 'lust for power'#my exact memory of events gets hazy here but im p sure charles abandons his body for a bit which enables onslaught to take over#aaaand yeah we have that thing running around now. kinda. we made a pocket dimension to escape it.#onslaught returns in krakoa after being implanted in a mutant named lost#and onslaught would feed off the lost time in-between resurrections#like say you die monday and get brought back wednesday- all of tuesday goes to feeding onslaught#he doesnt actually Show Up show up for most of it hes more of a looming presence which i fw#and then he tries to get everyone to kill each other at the gala while making charles delete back-up data#onslaught does physically appear by the end of onslaught revelation once charles snaps out of the mind control at the gala#and erik's checking on him and Im Pretty Sure just by virtue of them being next to eachother onslaught manifests#cute shit really !!!!! but yeah thats a very VERY quick (and prob a lil wrong) rundown of onslaught's premise
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that daughterhood feeling of slipping out of your body, trying on different bones, adjusting the marrow so that your mother might look at you, might love you enough. that daughterhood feeling of being simultaneously five and fifteen and fifty-five. of counting the rings of your spinal column to make sure. of being haunted by the vengeance of every version of you that didn’t make it out of that house alive.
#(this is inspired by a post by @komonatin)#eldest daughter core#words words words#on daughterhood#poetry#eldest daughter#on mothers and daughters#eeaao#everything everywhere all at once#my words#my poetry#tw: body horror#original poetry#mommy issues#on home#word and quotes#daughterhood#girlhood#on girlhood#on feminine rage#on childhood#⭐️
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someone just posted this quote and it just hit me that it wasn’t that nobody loved xie lian after knowing how far he’d fallen and everything he’d done. it was xie lian who was too terrified to lean on them and share what he was going through, or he tried and they didn’t have the full context to understand him, and it just made xie lian feel more alone which made him push them away even more. he had feng xin and mu qing the whole time and they never ever stopped loving him even when they saw him falter and fail. and it wasn’t that hua cheng was unique in loving him anyway but it was hua cheng that happened to be present for all of xie lian’s worst moments and none of it made him love xie lian any less, and hua cheng is not the exception to the rule but the proof that xie lian was always loveable and always deserving and always loved despite despite despite. and after finding hua cheng he opens his heart up to his friends once again and accepts their love back into his life when he had shut it all out for centuries. i am in TEARS rn when i said i can’t think about feng xin and mu qing this is one of the reasons why
#tgcf#tgcf meta#meta stuff#fengqing#xianle trio#yelling is a love language#idk i just came across something someone posted on twitter and saw this quote#and it just SENT ME#i still just cannot think about fengqing ok ok ok my asexual ass can’t handle it#they loved xie lian so much both of them did and they never stopped#all those arguments. hundreds of years of anger. all that rage just misplaced grief. which was just love with nowhere to go.#i am in TEARS over them
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Something about a Pygmalion take on Jaceporter is so appealing to me… in that way that Porter reveres power and domination… the tension between his desire to seek out and keep a Jace as a perfect spineless compliant lackey vs a need to remake Jace in the image of someone who is powerful and dominant and assertive. Jace that is complacent and cowardly and passive is a Jace he can use and control but never respect, and he loves what that Jace can do FOR him. But as Jace is transformed by rage, a Jace who is furious and oppositional and autonomous and actualized and powerful and is able to stand in the face of Porter and tell him he cannot stay even if it means death is a Jace he can respect and maybe even admire but no longer control. In the same way Henry Higgins cannot truly make a Lady until she has outgrown him, (“Eliza you’re magnificent. 5 minutes ago you were a millstone around my neck and now you’re a tower of strength. A consort battleship. I like you this way Eliza” “goodbye professor Higgins”). Because conflict is at the heart of war, Porter cannot truly anoint a Saint of the God of War until Jace has outgrown him.
#starbreaker#fhjy spoilers#shut up Janelle#jace stardiamond#porter cliffbreaker#dimension 20#fantasy high#alas. it can never be.#statterstar Jace and his impotent rage is SUCH a compelling paradox for me#like. what is more appealing (hot) to a god of war?#someone you can have real tiffs with because you just genuinely have opposing philosophies. they are autonomous but weak (in your eyes)#or someone who is rageful just as you like it. but is under your control. all their opposition is lip service. their conflict with you is#is hollow#in what way are you willing to let your following be a reflection of you#something something like. I love Jace enough to actualize him. vs. I need him to be dependent on me for The Plan#ALSO I KNOW TBE QUOTE IS MY FAIR LADY BUT. I don’t like MFL that much bc of the happy ending#I#I love shatterstarred Jace bc he is schrodinger’s little freak <3#the patron saint of the god of war was always doomed to be a martyr
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Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
#one of my all-time favorite poetry quotes 🖤#i intend to get it tattooed someday#it also feels extra relevant right now#my post#softgothbabe#mine#my pics#do not go gentle into that good night#rage rage against the dying of the light#dylan thomas#poetry#alternative fashion#alternative style#alternative girl#alternative#alt girl#alt enby#ootd#outfit#punk style#punk fashion#goth style#goth fashion#goth girl#goth gf#goth#platform boots#nonbinary#enby#goth enby
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 61
Chapter; Highlights (okay the entire chapter is a highlight)🤣
As requested @mysterylilycheeta I NEED TO SQUEAL IN WYVERN FANGIRL WITH YOU NOW CAUSE OH M GOODNESS THIS CHAPTER ON SO MANY LEVELS I JUST AHAKWIHUHFEJLZXBKEKA
Agony was a song in Lorcan's blood, his bones, his breath.
Every step of the horse, every leap she made over body and debris, sent it ringing afresh. There was no end, no mercy from it. It was all he could do to keep in the saddle, to cling to consciousness.
To keep his arm around Elide.
She had come for him. Had found him, somehow, on this endless battlefield.
His name on her lips had been a summons he could never deny, even when death had held him so gently, nestled beneath all those he'd felled, I, and waited for his last breaths.
And now, charging toward that too-distant keep, so far behind the droves of soldiers and riders racing for the gates, he wondered if these minutes would be his last. Her last.
She had come for him.
Lorcan managed to glance toward the dam on their right. Toward the ruk rider signaling that it was only a matter of minutes until it unleashed hell over the plain.
He didn't know how it had become weakened. Didn't care.
Still Elide kept urging the horse onward, kept them on as straight a path toward the distant keep as possible.
No ruk would come to sweep them up. No, his luck had been spent in surviving this long, in her finding him. His power would do nothing against that water.
The farthest lines of panicked soldiers appeared, and Farasha charged past them.
Elide let out a sob, and he followed the line of her sight.
To the keep gate, still open.
"Faster, Farasha!" She didn't hide the raw terror in her voice, the desperation.
Once the dam broke, it would take less than a minute for the tidal wave to reach them.
She had come for him. She had found him.
The world went quiet. The pain in his body faded into nothing. Into something secondary.
Lorcan slid his other arm around Elide, bringing his mouth close to her ear as he said, "You have to let me go."
Each word was gravelly, his voice strained nearly to the point of uselessness.
Elide didn't shift her focus from the keep ahead. "No."
That gentle quiet flowed around him, clearing the fog of pain and battle. "You have to. You have to, Elide. I'm too heavy-and without my weight, you might make it to the keep in time."
"No." The salt of her tears filled his nose.
Lorcan brushed his mouth over her damp cheek, ignoring the roaring pain in his body. The horse galloped and galloped, as if she might outrace death itself.
"I love you," he whispered in Elide's ear. "I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken." Her tears flowed past him in the wind. "And I will be with you ..." His voice broke, but he made himself say the words, the truth in his heart. "I will be with you always."
He was not frightened of what would come for him once he tumbled off the horse. He was not frightened at all, if it meant her reaching the keep.
So Lorcan kissed Elide's cheek again, allowed himself to breathe in her scent one last time. "I love you," he repeated, and began to withdraw his arms from around her waist.
Elide slapped a hand onto his forearm. Dug in her nails, right into his skin, fierce as any ruk.
"No."
There were no tears in her voice. Nothing but solid, unwavering steel.
"No," she said again. The voice of the Lady of Perranth.
Lorcan tried to move his arm, but her grip would not be dislodged.
If he tumbled off the horse, she would go with him.
Together. They would either outrun this or die together.
"Elide-"
But Elide slammed her heels into the horse's sides.
Slammed her heels into the dark flank and screamed, "FLY, FARASHA." She cracked the reins. "FLY, FLY, FLY!"
And gods help her, that horse did.
As if the god that had crafted her filled the mare's lungs with his own breath, Farasha gave a surge of speed.
Faster than the wind. Faster than death.
Farasha cleared the first of the fleeing Darghan cavalry. Passed desperate horses and riders at an all-out gallop for the gates.
Her mighty heart did not falter, even when Lorcan knew it was raging to the point of bursting.
Less than a mile stood between them and the keep.
But a thunderous, groaning crack cleaved the world, echoing off the lake, the mountains.
There was nothing he could do, nothing that brave, unfaltering horse could do, as the dam ruptured.
Rowan made himself stand there, to watch the last moments of the Lady of Perranth and his former commander. It was all he could offer: witnessing their deaths, so he might tell the story to those he encountered. So they would not be forgotten.
The roaring of the oncoming wave became deafening, even from miles away.
Still Elide and Lorcan raced, Farasha passing horse after horse after horse.
Even up here, would they escape the wave's reach? Rowan dared to survey the battlements, to assess if he needed to get the others, needed to get Aelin, to higher ground.
But Aelin was not at his side.
She was not on the battlement at all.
Rowan's heart halted. Simply stopped beating as a ruddy-brown ruk dropped from the skies, spearing for the center of the plain.
Arcas, Borte's ruk. A golden-haired woman dangling from his talons.
Aelin. Aelin was—
Arcas neared the earth, talons splaying.
Aelin hit the ground, rolling, rolling, until she uncoiled to her feet.
Right in the path of that wave.
"Oh gods," Fenrys breathed, seeing her, too.
They all saw her.
The queen on the plain.
The endless wall of water surging for her.
The keep stones began shuddering. Rowan threw out a hand to brace himself, fear like nothing he had known ripping through him as Aelin lifted her arms above her head.
A pillar of fire shot up around her, lifting her hair with it.
The wave roared and roared for her, for the army behind her.
The shaking in the keep was not from the wave.
It was not from that wall of water at all.
Cracks formed in the earth, splintering across it. Spiderwebbing from Aelin.
"The hot springs," Chaol breathed. "The valley floor is full of veins into the earth itself."
Into the burning heart of the world.
The keep shook, more violently this time.
The pillar of fire sucked back into Aelin.
She held out a hand before her, her fist closed.
As if it would halt the wave in its tracks.
He knew then. Either as her mate or carranam, he knew.
"Three months," Rowan breathed.
The others stilled.
"Three months," he said again, his knees wobbling. "She's been making the descent into her power for three months."
Every day she had been with Maeve, bound in iron, she had gone deeper. And she had not tapped too far into that power since they'd freed her because she had kept making the plunge.
To gather up the full might of her magic.
Not for the Lock, not for Erawan.
But for Maeve's death blow.
A few weeks of descent had taken her powers to devastating levels. Three months of it
…
Holy gods. Holy rutting gods.
And when her fire hit the wall of water now towering over her, when they collided —
"GET DOWN!" Rowan bellowed, over the screaming waters. "GET DOWN NOW!"
His companions dropped to the stones, any within earshot doing the same.
Rowan plummeted into his power. Plummeted into it fast and hard, ripping out any remaining shred of magic.
Elide and Lorcan were still too far from the gates. Thousands of soldiers were still too far from the gates as the wave crested above them.
As Aelin opened her hand toward it.
Fire erupted.
Cobalt fire. The raging soul of a flame.
A tidal wave of it.
Taller than the raging waters, it blasted from her, flaring wide.
The wave slammed into it. And where water met a wall of fire, where a thousand years of confinement met three months of it, the world exploded.
Blistering steam, capable of melting flesh from bone, shot across the plain.
With a roar, Rowan threw all that remained of his magic toward the onslaught of steam, a wall of wind that shoved it toward the lake, the mountains.
Still the waters came, breaking against the flames that did not so much as yield an inch.
Maeve's death blow. Spent here, to save the army that might mean Terrasen's salvation. To spare the lives on the plain.
Rowan gritted his teeth, panting against his fraying power. A burnout lurked, deadly close.
The raging wave threw itself over and over and over into the wall of flame.
Rowan didn't see if Elide and Lorcan made it into the keep. If the other soldiers and riders on the plain stopped to gape.
Princess Hasar said, rising beside him, "That power is no blessing."
"Tell that to your soldiers," Fenrys snarled, standing, too.
"I did not mean it that way," Hasar snipped, and awe was indeed stark on her face.
Rowan leaned against the battlements, panting hard as he fought to keep the lethal steam from flowing toward the army. As he cooled and sent it whisking away.
Solid hands slid under his arms, and then Fenrys and Gavriel were there, propping him up between them.
A minute passed. Then another.
The wave began to lower. Still the fire burned.
Rowan's head pounded, his mouth going dry.
Time slipped from him. A coppery tang filled his mouth.
The wave lowered farther, raging waters quieting. Then roaring turned to lapping, rapids into eddies.
Until the wall of flame began to lower, too. Tracking the waters down and down and down. Letting them seep into the cracks of the earth.
Rowan's knees buckled, but he held on to his magic long enough for the steam to lessen.
For it, too, to be calmed.
It filled the plain, turning the world into drifting mist. Blocking the view of the queen in its center.
Then silence. Utter silence.
Fire flickered through the mist, blue turning to gold and red. A muted, throbbing glow.
Rowan spat blood onto the battlement stones, his breath like shards of glass in his throat.
The glowing flames shrank, steam rippling past. Until there was only a slim pillar of fire, veiled in the mist-shrouded plain.
Not a pillar of fire.
But Aelin.
Glowing white-hot. As if she had given herself so wholly to the flame that she had become fire herself.
The Fire-Bringer someone whispered down the battlements.
The mist rippled and billowed, casting her into nothing but a glowing effigy.
The silence turned reverent.
A gentle wind from the north swept down. The veil of mist pulled back, and there she was.
She glowed from within. Glowed golden, tendrils of her hair floating on a phantom wind.
"Mala's Heir," Yrene breathed.
Down on the plain, Elide and Lorcan had halted.
The wind pushed away more of the drifting mist, clearing the land beyond Aelin.
And where that mighty, lethal wave had loomed, where death had charged toward them, nothing remained at all.
For three months, she had sung to the darkness and the flame, and they had sung back.
For three months, she had burrowed so deep inside her power that she had plundered undiscovered depths. While Maeve and Cairn had worked on her, she had delved. Never letting them know what she mined, what she gathered to her, day by day by day.
A death blow. One to wipe a dark queen from the earth forever.
She'd kept that power coiled in herself even after she'd been freed from the irons. Had struggled to keep it down these weeks, the strain enormous. Some days, it had been easier to barely speak. Some days, swaggering arrogance had been her key to ignoring it.
Yet when she had seen that wave, when she had seen Elide and Lorcan choosing death together, when she had seen the army that might save Terrasen, she'd known. She'd felt the fire sleeping under this city, and knew they had come here for a reason.
She had come here for this reason.
A river still flowed from the dam, harmless and small, wending toward the lake.
Nothing more.
Aelin lifted a glowing hand before her as blessed, cooling emptiness filled her at last.
Slowly, starting from her fingertips, the glow faded.
As if she were forged anew, forged back into her body.
Back into Aelin.
Clarity, sharp and crystal clear, filled its wake. As if she could see again, breathe again.
Inch by inch, the golden glow faded into skin and bone. Into a woman once more.
Already, a white-tailed hawk launched skyward.
But as the last of the glow faded, disappearing out through her toes, Aelin fell to her knees.
Fell to her knees in the utter silence of the world, and curled onto her side.
She had the vague sense of strong, familiar arms scooping her up. Of being carried onto a broad feathery back, still in those arms.
Of soaring through the skies, the last of the mist rippling away into the afternoon sun.
And then sweet darkness.
#Chapter 61#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Lorcan Salvaterre#Elide Lochan#Elorcan#Aelin Galathynius#Chaol Westfall#Rowan Whitethorn#Fenrys Moonbeam#Gavriel#First Read along with me NO SPOILERS PLEASE though warning for post & tags up to KoA 61 & more reacts/notes/quotes in tags below#Agony was in his very blood-Summons-She had come for him-Let go.No.Always?-She came this far-THANK YOU ELIDE-The voice of Perranth#My lady-Together till the end-if only the horse could Fly-A prayer-Made himself watch-But Aelin-hell yes-So he might tell the story#Not forgotten-For her friends-To get Aelin-Where was she?MY HEART-The shaking was her-The springs-He knew-Three months#Every single day-But for Maeve’s meant for Maeve-she knew he’d know-his power the counteracting-GET FUCKING DOWN-She had not given up#A thousand years for here months endured & one moment-Spent here-To save them-Burnout or Blessing-UTTER Awe-A miracle#A curse to enemies-All of them really-she drained the bank & there he was-THE FIRE BRINGER-glowing blinding white out for the world#she became the flame-Master of death-heir of Fire-Nothing remained-That’s what was eating her alive-Its grief but more-she was still—#capturing flame-She didnt want2lose it either-It was all of it-But also Aelin had a plan-be glad4it-They would save them she didnt need it#Back to Aelin-She began fighting-Quiet-Fell to what he knows-Sweet darkness-the power dive#No.#You know it’s bad when Rowan’s prayingWhen even Yrene is praying but not save to give peace&painless ends but Aelin’s off to save the day#Not for the Lock not for Erawan. But for Maeve's death blow. & now to save Elide; Marion would be proud#the way he’s thinking about I’ve gotta get Aelin out of here#Into the burning heart of the world. — the world shuddered#Aelin I am a god Galathynius-The raging soul of a flame-thats her-shed made the final descent right then for Elide-Rowan plummeted for her#Spent here to save the army that might mean Terrasens salvation-not2kill2spareNoblessinNocurseMiracleWomanA war won-friends held him up#One hell of a rumor-Gentle from the north-Malas Heir-she had sung to the darkness&flame&they had sung backthe same story#GETDOWN.Back into Aelin he was there there how did he get there so fast?sweet darkness 1 last time
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stares at you and fluttering my eyelashes
i like your silly words a lot they're very yummy and delicious
Oughghrgrg first askkkk....... Oughgghhhhhghrg RAGHRR
Thank you so much..... Just generally but I actually got a lot of surprise support from many people (3 of them! Woaw!) from my Swapdream ramblings..... Swapdream makes me TWEAK RAGHGHG
I want to reply to all of them but it's been wayy too long since I've used Tumblr..... I want to harass people about Swapdream because they reblogged my reblog but I don't think that's good Tumblr etiquette LOL. But I also don't want to leave them on "read"!!! But I also also don't want to reblog their reblogs because the post was kinda long and I don't want to clog up my own blog GELP. Maybe I should just make a post with their posts as screenshots, tag them and leave my responses there LMAO. Structured......
GOughg sorry I'm very quickly coming to the realisation I am a huge huge huge yapper when there's no character limit HEHAHA. Again TSYM HEHAHAHA bats my fluttering eyelashes back at you...... twinkle twinkly!
EDIT: I just realised. This ask probably wasn't about the Swapdream ramble but instead about the "Killer megalovania" thing. I'm just very Swapdream brainrotted cries SORRY (I still very much appreciate your support!!!! I'm just not used to the fame.... heh.... twirls hair)
#utmv#swapdream#swapdream dream#swad#Sparkle on! It's Monday time to forget yourself!#<- Real swad quote trust I am the only source#My kitty kept on trying to climb on me while i was writing he's a rude ass I hate him#Lets him climb on me anyways...... rude ass I love him#Actually those are my feelings on Swad rude ass. Rude ass! Throws several tomatoes#Watches as they all flame and burn once in vicinity. Hot ass...... Flaming ass....... UNBRIDLED RAGE OF THE SUN ass....#ask#EDIT: first ask and I already kinda fucked it up OOSPIES!!!#This should be a sign of things to come LMAO
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"Is it hard to play against Brady [Tkachuk]?" "Yeah! Is it ever? You're talking about one of those killers, right? Okay, let's talk about Brady coming down on ya coming to pick up a puck it's—yeah, yeah. He's uh—he's a big boy, and he has absolutely zero regard for your health and safety." "Nope, dudn't care. Hey, when someone like that though—" "And that's... good for him!" "—but when you... when he's coming down on you, are you like, 'I'm gonna spin off of him' or are you like, 'You know what? I'm gonna dig the puck in the corner and I'm gonna put my shoulder right into his chest, and do a reverse hit.' Like, do you think about both of those? Or just like real quick—like, you know, when you reverse hit a guy—" "Yeah..." "—it fucks him! As a forward, man—you reverse hit me? I'm not hitting you again! 'Cuz now I'm fuckin' scared." "Yeah, yeah, I think... I mean, with him it's so important where the puck is and, you know, with guys that size—like, do you really wanna put your shoulder into him in that moment? Like is that gonna hurt you more than it's gonna hurt him? Potentially? I mean I'm more of, like uh, the 'avoid the hit, grab the puck.' You know, 'try and make a play'... Um, but yeah, I think it depends on the game, time of year, where we are, it's all important."
The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.30.24 (x)
man who thoroughly enjoys when another man has absolutely zero regard for your health and safety
#aaron ekblad#brady tkachuk#florida panthers#the best quote ive ever heard to describe brady has to be “he's a big boy and he has absolutely zero regard for your health and safety”#particularly the “zero regard for your health and safety”#like yeah. yeahhhhhhh.#love how ekky has spent this whole interview going im not a fighter i feel bad when im too rough and choke out a guy nooooo im not tough >.#and theyre going like so reverse hitting brady yay or nay?#GIRL HAVE YOU NOT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT#do not get me started on ekky calling brady a big boy and his smile as he describes this bashy bambam of a man#“is that gonna hurt you more than it's gonna hurt him? potentially?” hes thought about this so much#how many times has hes just gone “you know with my extensive injury history i kinda dont want to hit a charging raging bull”#make him talk about brady more often this is hilarious#maffhews baby brother scarring all our dmen because of maffhew involving the cats in the tkachuk bowl#its beautiful
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It is October again, and while it's turning the leaves into a vibrant red, I'm helpless but to grieve over your absence. You are still alive, which is a relief, but your presence on the other side of the world, unknown to me, is much more haunting than your death will ever be.
I've made two cups of coffee, one for me and the other for you, which is getting cold now just like my heart. Ironically, my heart can never be warm again. I never liked coffee before; it's something I got from you. I drink both the cups hastily before someone gets a hint of my loneliness because with you gone, it's only mine to feel.
It is October again, and I can feel the cold weather on the outside of my skin, which gives me chills and a sense of contentment that something finally matches the inside of my heart.
I still hear footsteps on the pathway you never paced and wish for you to knock on my door. I've written letters addressing you that I never meant to post. I've bought gifts, which I may or may not be able to give you. I've got a box full of letters and poems written about you for when you're mine waiting to be opened by none other than you, and a locket with your picture in it, the other half of which doesn't belong to me but I still own.
It is October again, and I've loved you for as many Octobers as I can.
#october#autumn#writers on tumblr#artists on tumblr#art#poets of tumblr#english literature#poems on tumblr#poets of instagram#original poem#poems and poetry#poetry#octobre 2024#daily poem#my poem#love quotes#love#love poem#women poets#women writers#female poets#female writers#female rage#liam payne#halloween#agatha all along#trending#thisiwilldecidelater#one direction#coffee
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posture: VILE
#in my heart of hearts he would just stand and observe people scurrrying around . the chaos he causes just by being there#like watching ants running around on pavement#God#talking 2 my Skenpiel rn they went soo crazy wuth this and im in agony#2 quote their beautiful heart :#i think its so sad bc theres no way he actually wants 2 hurt anyone and ALL those people are innocent but hes so devoured by his rage and#grief and loneliness he can only focus on trying to make it better by getting his revenge.................... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#ouhhhghh#the spot#spiderverse
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I'm self destructing With a calm facade Praying someone will notice Hoping no one will
“I don’t know whether this feeling is universal, but I have some way-down vibrating part of my subconscious that needs to self-destruct, at least a little bit.”
"He wants to set himself on fire, but he can't afford for anyone to see him burn."
How can dizzying desire and blinding hatred of yourself twist until they're intertwined and seeded so far within you that you cannot fathom separating them?
it never ends
// me // Daisy Jones and the Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid // The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green // All My Rage by Sabaa Tahir // Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston // september hills // me // Turtles All the Way Down by John Green
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I sometimes feel like I can feel people's suffering. I just have to look into their eyes and see how much they are suffering. I see what this system is doing to them and not giving them what they need and rightfully deserve. I see that they hoped for more in life than this...
It really breaks my heart that I sometimes feel paralyzed by all the pain and suffering in this world. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it really feels that way, I remember this feeling from before and I was hoping it would go away, but it hasn't. I still feel it and it's just getting more intense. I see the injustice and inhumanity and I can't look anymore because it hurts me so much. It's not fair. I know I'm too sensitive and sensitive, I know it and telling myself doesn't help me, I need to know how to get rid of these feelings. I feel everything too intensely and strongly, I can't feel “nothing”, even if I hate you, I feel too much for you. Why did I have to become like that? Writing all this here makes me cry. I can't stand or digest anything. Everything gets stuck inside me so that one day I'm afraid of suffocating. Why me and no one else?
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#i was gonna just quote this but the rage of my discord messages after falling in the same place 5 times say it better#i ended up warp modding past it. its just so unfun#esp since its back to back with fucking shaded normally#i dont get how anyone could prefer that over chimney canopy. Chimney canopy being fucking insane with enemies is like all the fun of it#tho im playing murderer so likeee#thank god i had precipice leap on so i could skip shaded
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I wonder what it’s like to be with someone who can love you through your rage.
— Sabaa Tahir
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