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belovedapollo · 7 months ago
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A6 notebooks gifted to me by my fiancé, black is softcover moleskine, white is hardcover lamy and green is softcover leuchtturm1917 🌱 reblog is ok, don’t repost/use
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sweatermuppet · 9 months ago
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the Beneath Issue of Beaver Magazine is live & free online right now! it is the first ever magazine ive edited for & i am immensely proud of the pieces i was so generously allowed to read & select
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sadiahakim · 2 months ago
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But, you can't simply spend your whole life waiting for a miracle to happen, a person to appear, and a hand to hold.
— Sadia Hakim
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iphigeniacomplex · 7 months ago
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[It is abominable, unquenchable by touch] by Diane Seuss
It is abominable, unquenchable by touch, closer to the sublime than sentimental, more animal than hominid, I've seen it in the eyes of birds weaving on a stem of ragweed, voracious, singular, there is no one like me, Dickinson in her narrow bed, her cold clenched hands, her penmanship unreadable, even following a recipe for black cake, her black cake came out strange, lusher than the template, and every freak I ever met had that same look in their eyes, armless, threading a needle with their lips and teeth, legless, rounding a corner on their cerulean cart, monarchic, imperious, wild, sad, and like every virgin queen, the need for love revolting and grand.
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finally did some bits of my journal that i made! so heres pages one, two, and the cover :)
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i’ll put the august page in a separate post because i have something else that goes with it :)
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bloodorangesandtea · 2 months ago
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"I will follow you everywhere - to the dusty corners of childhood, to every downfall and resurrection. Till your skin becomes my skin."
- Tishani Doshi, Girls Are Coming Out of the Woods
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angelofsmall · 2 months ago
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poetry journal about "the ninth circle" - a poem by me.
that's the update on the journal, it's been taking a while!
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starmothpress · 9 months ago
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@starmothpress on ig
Checkout how big my moleskine expanded is getting
This beauty has a little bit of everything
And so much more to go
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carcassofapoet · 3 months ago
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In the middle of telling you that I have depression,
and I like sour fruits so much that I’d rather
have no fruit than have sweet fruit,
and I sometimes peel back
old bruise wounds in search
of fresh blood,
what if I tell you that I am fine?
I am fine. What if I lied to you here in the middle of this page?
Do you think you can make out the lies
even when I underline it in red
and bleed all over my words
to make you understand?
Excerpt from Theme for English B after Langston Hughes
by Sreenidhi B., dated 17th May 2021
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kirthanasastry · 8 months ago
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As a child I felt
The moon chased me
The subtle light falling 
On every step I take
he never failed a chance to disappoint
This small fragile heart  
It's the comfort I found in him
That I failed to find in most people
That surrounded me 
He healed the deepest scars 
Made by the ones who betrayed
Brought back the happiness 
That was once taken away 
A feeling of freedom under the night sky
The moon made me feel alive again
~K.S
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nicholaspopkey · 1 year ago
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A Billion Drops of Water
Passing through cities in various countries, I scatter myself, living multiple lives, entertaining different versions of myself. With a healthy detachment, I allow and accept each life that I live. Not, as I learned does not serve me, with an obsession, by which all the eggs in the basket break at once, and the city sours, and the friends I had feel like phantoms, and the only light ahead is from the torch of a night train I don’t have a ticket for, and I must leap onto it as it is rushing by, throwing my bones to the wind for the sake of landing elsewhere. I have learned better.
Somewhere, away, there is always is another sea of phantoms, but they cannot cause me anxiety because I do not yet know them as friend or foe, and so their unknown shapes are fitting and acceptable.
To build a life somewhere and have it fall apart can feel like the greatest tragedy.
But if I can love myself unconditionally, knowing that at the deepest level of consciousness, I am all I will ever have (even in relation to others), then it should not bother me to begin again. Those fresh phantoms can be trusted, must be trusted, because without hope, there is no life at all.
From city to city, I find myself expressed in separate pieces, pieces which I can only sometimes give names to, but mostly they are flashes, like the truth in dreams, drifting out of comprehension when the first thoughts of the day replace them.
These pieces of self cannot commit to a subject or object or knowledge of self, and instead, by their very existence, are more akin to a billion drops of water; they can only take shape as independent entities brought together by a serendipitous fusing. Wrapped up in a net of indescribable energia that is entirely of the moment, buzzing at a point of focus that is not created, affected, or controlled by human effort. But it wraps up these moments of clarity all the same.
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palepeachnut · 2 months ago
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"First attempt at capturing thoughts in verse, a little messy, but straight from the heart. ☘️💗"
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only-poetry-and-thoughts · 2 months ago
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August sunset and the ripples on the water. spreads and never rests
August regret I hope to move beyond it let September be my best.
August deep breath the season is now ending watch the sun rise on the next
August last stretch and welcome back the birds as they come home to their nests
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iphigeniacomplex · 4 months ago
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Double Sonnet to Edward Cullen, Dying of Spanish Flu by Nadia Lines
'In all the chaos of the epidemic, no-one would ever realise I was gone.' — from Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer
These days, handsome young men die quickly. You were slower than most, though, sweating through your pyjamas, sweating through your strange bronze hair. You would have made a fine corpse somewhere, mud spattered and gangrenous, but, then, would anyone (apart from the poets and Ancestry.com) really care for your beauty? Because what is beauty when there is no capacity to clean your teeth or see your fiancée or have warm feet or feel your face beneath the chin strap of a helmet, your face beneath the incandescent bulbs? Your teenage years were burned up by adults.
What do you do when you are seventeen and the world is ending? When you are seventeen you are told that you should take chance on the chin and live, live, live. Forevers are earnest and empty and your shoes on the pavement sound like the shattering heartbeats of God. Now, all days are spent under duvets, drifting between fever dreams of holding someone's hand, or standing at a busy stall of flowers, or taking a bus. Does it matter that the secret to living forever is in your doctor's teeth? You just want a nice day at the beach. You want to swim in the sea with a nice girl. You want to eat handfuls of strawberries, then fall asleep warm on the sand.
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happy first day of fall!!! and so i bring yall the september page in my journal, along with the playlist :)
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beautimonia · 3 months ago
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as much as i try
to not care about
the mcu
they really should make
what was Avengers Tower
now the Baxter Building.
what a legacy
that would be.
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