#poetry... kinda

[mafaldinablabla]

Good morning everybody and as always in this eleventh of November don't forget that la nebbia a gl'irti colli piovigginando sale e sotto il maestrale urla e biancheggia il mar, ma per le vie del borgo dal ribollir de' tini va l'aspro odor de i vini l'anime a rallegrar, gira su' ceppi accesi lo spiedo scoppiettando sta il cacciator fischiando su l'uscio a rimirar, tra le rossastre nubi stormi d'uccelli neri com'esuli pensieri nel vespero migrar!

[torsamors]

On Seatbelts and Sunsets - Hanif Abdurraqib

[stuuupidthingsss]

when is it gonna end I’m tired

[dearinnerthoughts]

[rthwrms]

it's a poem about space, see?

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[amburuthings]

– Vir shiral malasa, bellanaris.

[sunnyp1e]

* DSBM *

dsbm or “depressive suicidal black metal” is a subcategory of black metal and it talks mostly about agony, suicidal thoughts and tendencies, dark human life aspects and hopelessness and although this themes are recurrent in the black metal genre, dsbm stands for the intensity of their focus in this themes.

origins in 1990s with “dark ambient bands” and the atmospheric black metal subgenre.

Although dsbm can be seen as an angry, erratic hatred towards humanity and the word kind of thing, it can also be more of a suicidal, sad and melancholic type of art.

one of the main characteristics of dsbm is the “atmosphere” of the music, making u feel more desolated and alone than before with relatable lyrics and the agony screams for help of the artist singing

listening to dsbm can feel like being opened alive, feeling your guts being busted while the only thing u can do is listen to your own sounds of agony in the most beautiful and catchy way possible.

in my opinion, such darkness must exist in music because it exists in ourselves. it’s a form to let out our darkness and most depressive thoughts in a free space such as music

-if u want to add anything u can do it freely-

[pianokantzart]

There's something so wholesome about the fact that Mario told Princess Peach– a beautiful, beloved protector– Luigi's name long before his own, while Luigi told Bowser– a terrifying, threatening tyrant– his own name with little provocation while Mario's had to be violently forced out of him.

Like, they really do be putting each other first, even in the subtlest of ways.

[asoftepiloguemylove]

i think my body is falling in pieces i think my blood is passing me by

Micah Nemerever These Violent Delights / I.B. Vyache Excerpt 07.01.21 / Silas Denver Melvin excerpt from Grit: A Poetry Collection / Christa Wolf excerpt from Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays / Ethel Cain Family Tree (Intro) / unknown / Fiona Apple Left Alone / Richard Siken The Worm King's Lullaby / Gwen Benaway Holy Wild

i. Micah Nemerever, These Violent Nights

[ "I don't think you've ever felt anything that didn't hurt you. / We've found each other, out of everyone else in the world. Does that hurt, too?" ]

ii. I.B. Vyache, Excerpt 07.01.21

[ "It's time to forgive my hands for being hands. I'm going to hate myself a little less tomorrow. I'm going to hate myself a little less tomorrow." ]

iii. unknown

[ "have you shot a gun? is your blood authentic? is your blood authentic? is your blood authentic? can you prove it to me?" ]

iv. Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays

[ "You looked at me / (did you still see me?)" ]

v. Ethel Cain, Family Tree (Intro)

[ "The fate's already fucked me sideways / Swinging by my neck from the family tree / He'll laugh and say, 'You know I raised you better than this' / Then leave me hanging so they all can laugh at me" ]

vi. unknown

[ "I fight. I resist. It doesn't even matter what I resist; there is simply something in me that tends to resist things as they are. I have been fighting since I was very small." ]

vii. Fiona Apple, Left Alone

[ "[Chorus] / How can I ask anyone to love me / When all I do is beg to be left alone?" ]

viii. Richard Siken, The Worm King's Lullaby

[ "Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story." ]

ix. Gwen Benaway, Holy Wild

[ "I am tired of explaining the fire, / it burns because it must." ]

[glorious-destruction]

I post for the girls who have too much love inside them and have to act like they don’t care

[literally-irreverent]

"There are only seven types of stories" -Nick Miller (New Girl)

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[sadmages]

Durge thoughts

[thewaitingluna]

I loved you in the purest forms, only for you to hurt me in the cruelest ways.

[stuuupidthingsss]

I’ll never be enough for anyone

[dearinnerthoughts]

[austin-friars]

The "Lucky" One