#i can’t stop thinking about this poem

[outstanding-quotes]

Francesco Petrarch, Sonnet 190

[deanjohn]

Gleipnir, painting by Walton Ford | “Neurosis” from Grit, Silas Denver Melvin (insp)

[babypjnk]

I wonder if you thought about me today, even just once. Maybe when you woke up in an empty bed, had breakfast alone, with the chair across from you untouched. When you curled up on the sofa without someone to keep you company, when you went on a walk, or when you watched a movie by yourself—reaching for someone who wasn’t there. Or perhaps when you finally slipped back into your empty bed at night and found that my scent still lingers on your sheets.

Because I did; every time.

[swampthingking]

i have this thought that andrew minyard would accidentally befriend a murder of crows if you even care

[sevyyi]

the longer we are apart, the clearer you are in my mind. i miss the fog filled forests i’d search through for you, and i miss the cloudless days i didn’t know you.

[misoxmiireux]

R… A… why? just why?…

[itspileofgoodthings]

I love the rhyming on ttpd. can only think of two examples currently but I know there’s more.

[ojitosonados]

happy in your absence by Judith Harris April btw

[featherlight-whispers]

early klance as wishbone by richard siken methinks

[iwasntsatiated]

Oh I need escapism BAD today. But I specifically need whatever I watch or read to be about a hero’s journey as they encounter mythical creatures or something :)

[annieroses-rant]

used to

used to guilt and shame

like needles in my veins

am I doomed to be mediocre at everything?

everyone thinks that I'm doing too much

but not trying hard enough

no one knows how hard

I chase the dopamine rush

everyone feeds me the same motifs

enough is enough

I can’t be strong like I used to

can’t not be wrong like I used to

I can’t work like I used to

hell, am I even useful?

if I’m not what I used to be,

will I then lose everything?

do I know the girl I used to be?

who is this new girl that I see?

you call her by my name

but we aren’t the same

cause she’s not what she used to be

she’s worse than geometry

why can’t I just live

up to what everyone thinks of me

just lock me away

leave me with my artistry

the only thing that improved

but you’d only find choreography

I’m the one who makes the days the same

though not how they used to be

so much on my back already

but what else do you want from me?

I’ll take the blame

shackles and chains

though I really need to be free

because that’s who I used to be

so please, please don’t give up on me

I can’t live as who I used to be

but I’m still trying though crying

still going and growing

I’m not sure if I’ll make it anymore

not sure if I can take this anymore

but if I can’t, what am I even here for?

just leave me with my tears

just shut the door

I’ll sit here with my fears and my heart still sore

I’ll look back on these years

when I am hurt and bored

and when no one seems to need me

not like they did before

do you even need who I used to be anymore?

[beeffie69]

my roman empire is how girls on tiktok have such depressing roman empires.

“My Roman Empire is what would happen if I were prettier or skinnier” “My Roman Empire is my ex-best friend” “My Roman Empire is when my ex told me all guys watch yk because they need to ‘relieve’ themselves. And seeing their girlfriend is too repetitive and they need something new”

is the only thing we’re allowed to think about how we’re so sad all the time? our trauma? how society deems us as commodities or sexual objects?

is that the only thing we can think?

how come men get to sit on the toilet and get reminded how awesome them and their ancestors are by the plumbing they take advantage of, yet when we look around, we see nothing but sadness, think nothing but sadness.

my other roman empire is musicals and how a plot through music makes me feel so much more.

[thenightwinggraveyard]

a woman’s destiny

my grandmother is sitting in front of me

my mother is in the other room, her voice travels through the corridors.

still i know, grandmother and i are alone.

her face is stoic and cold;

no longer a grandmother, but instead a mother.

i wonder why there is any difference at all.

“you hurt my mother.”

“i know”, she responds.

“she hurt me.”

“i know”, she echos.

“why?”

she scrutinizes me, before smiling without mirth.

“because my mother hurt me.”

and as she finishes speaking, her face blurs,

moments later i see centuries worth of women reflected back at me.

all daughters, all mothers, and all ruined the same for it.

“will i hurt my daughter too?”

i ask, my voice speaking alongside those very same women’s,

a cacophony of desperation.

the misfortune wrung mothers, and godforsaken daughters.

“of course,” grandmother whispers.

i stare into the reteched mirror that is girlhood and i wonder,

why is it a women’s destiny to be her mother?

- from a girl with anxiety

[allcircuitsarebusy]

my empathy for animals and lil creatures is so overwhelming sometimes. i saved a brown recluse the other night because i couldn’t bare the thought of smushing him.

[redmantic]

Any beautiful moment

Is destroyed by the cast at my feet.

A gorgeous dusk

Drowns the land beneath me in shadow.

It’s always so empty,

These clouds don’t depart.

Sickness began to fester;

Coming and going

Like natural order.

It’s sporadic



My feet are planted here,

Overlooking the stream.

There is no bird song, no anything

It is disturbingly quiet,

Disturbing in beauty

Dull sky, nothing special.

I hope the river rises.

I hope for many things to give me change.

More so, I wish for something other than my shadow and gentle breezes

I’ve been here before

A truely pitiful ask.

[killurtimidnotion]

i keep changing pfp UGH