#late night introspection
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A Breeze
Cradled on the crests of enclosing peaks,
A golden crescent swam in the mists
Of dreams flashing hues in our sleep,
But drifts off down the brook like your kiss.
Crow to me from the branches of pine,
Bring the items that have started to decay,
And in the traits gone which we'll find—
Only when all was severed and astray!
Pale leaves flutter onto the shaded brook,
That snakes to flower-splashed plains;
That i hear tweets, and the longing chirps
Of the wonders that we sought in vain.
For what can the desert provide,
But sands over unknown flowers;
What still secrets could I confide
In these purple twilight hours?
#poems and poetry#my poetry#original poem#short poem#poetry#oc poetry#poetic#young poets#writers on tumblr#nature poetry#nature#human nature#transience#fleeting moments#poets on tumblr#poets corner#spilled words#spilled thoughts#late night introspection#moon poetry#mountain poetry#mojave desert
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sometimes the ache will press against your bones as though searching for a home you cannot give and yet still you yearn for something unidentifiable something just out of reach as though it exists only directly to the left of your field of vision no matter how far you turn to seek it
#idk if this makes sense#but it's past midnight#and I'm in a hotel room in a different state#because I'm on a business trip#and I had meant to go to sleep 2 hours ago#I have meetings in the morning and a flight in the afternoon#so I should really be asleep#but idk#sometimes you lie in a big bed all alone and just think#there has to be more right?#there has to be something#but you don't know what it is so you just keep searching#maybe it's loneliness#but sometimes it's just easier to be sad than thinking about or fixing it#anyway#poetry#maybe?#12 am thoughts#late night introspection#goodnight
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always thinking. 👽
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New beginnings or new insecurities
Hello wanderers,
It's been a long time since our last post. Sorry for this long absence, My semester kept me busy, but I'm back!. How are you all doing this year?
Well, now it's a new year, new resolutions, new goals. But do we need a new year to introspect and start a habit or stick to a new diet? I think the pressure on a new year and its resolutions are slowly fading replaced by new goals that extend beyond a new beginning.
Well, it's refreshing to us but at the same time, it makes us introverts a little palpable. We tend to change our habits and routines on our own but the very world that intercepts this line makes us feel estranged when we discover others are doing a little more than that.
I wondered if we were really committed to it, or if it was a spurt of our innate emotions. Eventually, I came to an understanding that how we perceive it matters the most. I am usually the one who feels this way once I hit the right spot after a long profound monologue going on in my head.
When I first started to improve my knowledge of a new topic of study, my peers were busy learning another topic that was way different from the one I chose. I felt revolted I couldn't discuss my understanding and thoughts which me feel isolated. I felt that my choice was bad and others were kinda made it look like it could be taxing for me to carry on my own.
But I stuck to my choice and tried to navigate where it made me understand it much better and eventually, I gained new skills. My peers were surprised, but it was my trust in my own intuition that truly empowered me to overcome those challenges and embrace the journey.
Thus, I personally think that it's how strongly we emphasize our thoughts and goals that really make a difference. How about you guys? Have you ever felt conflicted between societal expectations and your own inner voice when pursuing a goal? Have you encountered such incidents or happenings? Feel free to share it.
Well, this is a short post guys,,,until then cheers to this new year and new happenings
Yours truly in solitude
Anafihs
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Neighbourhood Walk (A Poem)
Every evening
The disk inserts itself in your frontal lobe again
You move against the rhythm of each night
Pass by lamborghinis, ford whatevers, big territorial hunting trucks
Traverse and reject metropolitan modernity
Highways and sidewalks transform
Warp to resemble some sort of unholy cartoon
Arch and sweep right under your confused eyes
Until you take to walking dirt paths
Clogging new boots with heavy stones
Red, green, blue hues, on and off with the flick of the wrist
A blurry tango of colour streams
Turns you off, makes you sweat
Your body grows inward
And your innards sprout out
Greeting an oval city skyline you always try to escape
On your nightly neighbourhood walks
Grey gardens, sky garden tombs light up the factory space
Like organic lanterns which shines on scrap metal
The only place that will make me happy
It’s all hyperspace, my shuttle-shock tomb
Embedded in lead, cushioned by meteorite weeds
Gravity lost to my neighbourhood factory glass
Sadistic glee is taken in my hidden heart of hearts
#poem#poetry#my poetry#creative writing#stream of consciousness#kinda word salad#weirdcore#southern gothic#american gothic#cryptidcore#nature vs industrial imagery#introspection#late night introspection#suburban gothic#writing
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I have such a strange relationship with the concept of being known. Whenever i am around people (excluding my partner), i feel as if i don’t belong, as if i am fundamentally “other”. It’s led to me being innately withdrawn, and i struggle to maintain almost all relationships outside of necessity. I want to hide from the world.
And yet then there’s some part of me that insists, begs, and pleads that when i am finally gone from this world, free of those chains which bind me to the lives of others, that i am not forgotten by those i fear.
#i don’t know if this makes sense to anyone else#mortality#do not perceive me#do not forget me#i am very tired#so very tired#some introspection#late night introspection
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Ive grown so accustomed to being sad and lonely that I have taught myself to enjoy it. I find myself sometimes wishing I was sad, because I miss the ever-present comfort that sadness provided me. Whatever happens, my sadness will always be there for me. Sadness swallows me whole and absorbs into my skin. I become so one with my sadness that I can’t tell where she begins and I end. Sometimes when she isn’t around I feel like I’m missing a close friend. But I know deep down inside that I tell myself that we are friends because it distracts me from the fact that she is eating me from the inside.
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I knew I was in love when I found a way to bring you up in every conversation.
#life#spilled thoughts#love#spilled ink#spilled words#spilled writing#spilled poetry#star struck09#life quotes#writing#relationships#romance#friendship#lovers#love is love#i love you#thinking out loud#head full many thoughts#girlhood#this is girlhood#im just a girl#love quote life quotes#love quotes#life is strange#introspection#late night thoughts#been thinking about this a lot lately#falling in love#falling for you
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christopher hit a low point around the middle of the term. his brain differences have been a lifelong struggle for him, and he's never been able to manage his symptoms very well. it was for that very reason his parents decided to homeschool him in the first place.
as an independent adult, tackling traditional education on his own, it's now on christopher himself to learn how to manage his time and take care of himself properly. thankfully he's starting to learn some healthy habits✨
#LORE DROP !!#ts4#the sims 4#simblr#gameplay#occult legacy challenge#dean legacy#dean legacy: gen 2 prologue#christopher mai#;--; thats babey right there#this was like late summer iirc. i can just imagine the cicadas and the cool summer night breeze. such a good vibe#cant blame him for some Self Introspection when the vibes r this immaculate .
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Still on the Line
quiet melancholy, unspoken connection, gentle ache, muted hope
📞 Read on AO3
Buck doesn’t speak. Tommy doesn’t either. But sometimes a phone call with no words can still say everything.
They just listen. Like silence counts for something. Like maybe it’s enough—for now.
— Why wasn’t he invited to the dinner?? So I did the only rational thing, gave him a quiet couch and a phone call. Let’s make him sadder, I guess.
By the end of 8x13, Buck looked so quiet. So subdued. And of course, I went, what if he called Tommy that night? Not to fix anything. Not to explain. Just… to feel his presence.
So yeah, this one’s about loneliness that doesn’t feel bitter. About being tired, and still reaching out. It's soft. It's simple. And maybe a little sad in the way that still leaves room for hope.
It’s not a fix-it. Not a heartbreak fic. It’s just… a pause. An exhale. A connection that lingers, even when neither of them speaks.
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✨ For anyone who’s ever felt that ache and didn’t have the words. And for those of us who keep finding comfort in the quiet. 💙
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~Excerpt ~ The line picks up after two rings. Tommy doesn’t say anything right away. Neither does Buck. Just breathing. Quiet background sounds on both ends. —
💥 Short, introspective, and quietly hopeful. For anyone who needed a little softness today. Not canon, of course—but lovingly imagined.
#911 abc#911 on abc#911 fanfic#911 fic#911#evan buckley#tommy kinard#buck x tommy#bucktommy#911 fic rec#911 season 8#post 8x13#fanfiction#soft angst#emotional fic#quiet heartbreak#introspective#lonely boys club#pause era#late night feelings#sometimes silence is enough#soft fic#hopeful ache#fic with feelings#canon compliant (ish)#unspoken connection#hold the line#still on the line#everyone give buck a hug#everyone give Tommy a hug
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Sonnet 14: An Outcry
Vague and unbeknownst were my doleful thoughts,
Where yearned my empty spirit craving you—
Saying, saying with panting lips that sought
The misfortune hiding amongst the truth.
I chanced upon the curtain hued ebon,
Thru’ wavy strands: eyes glazed with fresh morn’ dew;
A pouting kiss of the carnal—craven:
All spun around with short-lived interludes.
Although, may the joy exceed a union
Severed from grief of a mistletoe's rot;
That Sense and Self collude for communion
To throw Cupid out, for Love won't be wrought.
Whatever shall my pacing heart try to do
But find, this time, someone who has me struck!
#poems and poetry#my poetry#original poem#short poem#poetry#oc poetry#poetic#young poets#writers on tumblr#love poem#spilled poetry#sonnet#poets on tumblr#poets corner#love#i love her#late night introspection#i wrote this on the bus :3
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#artists on tumblr#ai artwork#alternative#fantasy art#everyday art#digital editing#“Late Night Introspection”#portraiture
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Why does everyone so badly wish to be physically beautiful? I find the most beauty in one's mind and soul. Everyone wants to walk down the street and be seen as pretty by everyone they pass. There are those who are conventionally attractive and those who would not be seen in the same light under today's beauty standards. Let's set aside beauty standards for a second.
I don't care if you're skinny, fat, or somewhere in the middle. I don't care if you've got perfect skin and a model face. I don't care if you're tall or short. I don't care if you're as pale as a blinding white light or if you're as dark as the night. Frankly, your physical appearance bares me no interest. I'm not going to decide whether I find you interesting based on how attractive the world views you. And I'm not going to decide whether I find you attractive based on how you look.
Personally, the most unconventionally attractive person in the world could be more beautiful to me than a Victoria's Secret model. We've all heard the phrase "It's what's on the inside that counts." and I don't quite understand why it's brushed off as just a way to make the less attractive feel better. I truly walk through life looking deep into people's souls and finding the beauty within. Surface level attraction doesn't mean much. We're all human. Why would I put one person on a pedestal for their looks while outcasting another for theirs when it was only genes and random chance that contributed to their physical appearance? Inside one's mind is where you truly get to know them. Their empathy for other people and animals, or lack of. Their intelligence, whether emotional, book smart, or street smart. Their experiences through life that have taught them how to survive, thrive, and help other people through the same things. The little things that bring them joy or fascinate them. Their unique perspective that sparks your interest. All this and more is what makes someone so intriguing.
I'd rather have lunch with someone who challenges me intellectually than go out with someone just because they have a pretty face. Someone I can learn a thing or two from. I'd rather get a glimpse into a troubled mind full of morbid thoughts and find out what made them that way. I'd rather sit in silence and observe the world around us before discussing our thoughts and finding out how they differ. How we differ in the way we think and perceive the world and those around us. And we will differ. Because every human walking this earth is one of a kind.
So, I couldn't care less about your face or your body. Let me get a peak inside that gorgeous mind.
You've got a sexy cerebral cortex, and I've got an intellectual boner for it, babygirl.
#thoughts#late night thoughts#writing#poetry#introspection#humans are so interesting#philosophy#philosophical questions#do looks matter?#beauty standards#dark academia#writing and poetry#poets on tumblr#i like the different unique ways people think and express themselves#spilled thoughts#beauty vs brains#intrigue#idk what to tag this#unconventionally attractive#societal norms#societal expectations#writerscommunity#writers and poets#poetic
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by the way
do you think the birds in the sky take flight into the sky just to enjoy the breeze
or the tigers in the jungle prance in the tall brushes just to take in the greenery
or the mountain goats climb the highest peaks just to look at the world so small
or the fish in the ocean dive deep within just to submerge themselves into the abyss?
i don't know, but i hope so otherwise, im glad to be human.
#poetry#original poetry#tumblr poetry#poetry community#nature poetry#soft thoughts#existential musings#original writing#writers on tumblr#literature#spilled thoughts#contemplative#introspective#writing#poets on tumblr#human experience#gentle writing#being human#late night thoughts#emotions in words
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I take the long way home, past streets I don't need to walk, past windows that flicker with lives I'll never know. Maybe it's avoidance, maybe it's nostalgia, maybe it's just the quiet thrill of not arriving too soon.
#late night thoughts#wandering#urban solitude#introspective writing#fleeting moments#overthinking#quiet streets#nostalgia#personal musings#storytelling#writers on tumblr#writeblr#poetry of life#human experience#longing for something#midnight musings#deep thoughts#sleepless nights#bittersweet feelings#self reflection#raw emotions#looking for meaning#creative writing#spilled thoughts#thoughtful writing#writing community#unspoken words#city at night#personal journey#chatgpt
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" In each of us there is another whom we do not know. "
- Carl Jung
Art: unknown "found in the wilde!"

#retrospection#philosophy quotes#psychology#carl jung#self awareness#introspection#late night thoughts#artwork#art#melancholic#book quotes#quotes#philosophy
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