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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 6 days ago
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my gallery recently;) drawings are mine<3
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 23 days ago
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I love it when people draw sketches. isn't it adorable?
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[Scribbles , 獣化 / 猫化] Divine Comewdy nekoka by me, except I grew up on Warrior Cats speedpaint videos and I'm a furry. . .(Inspired by @kusurrone's Nekoka designs)
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 1 month ago
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The Moon Dressed Like Saturn ©
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 2 months ago
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guys...i bought new book today. so excited to read them🫦
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 2 months ago
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raskolnikov would do numbers on tumblr
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 2 months ago
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knock knock..hi, me
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 3 months ago
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my galerry recently ^_^ drawings r mine<3
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 3 months ago
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this is why i adore and love Sylvia so much...
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 3 months ago
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Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
— William Faulkner.
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 3 months ago
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wrote this poem 2 years ago...
duygularımın savaşındayım,
mutlu muyum, üzgün mü?
yaşadıklarımın etkisindeyim,
hayal mi? gerçek mi?
hiçbir yere ait hissedemiyorum,
ruhum günden-güne yok oluyor.
bulutlar,kitaplar,çiçekler…
tek sevdiklerim iken,
insanlar,şehirler,ülkeler…
en uzak olduklarımdır.
bir kuş olsam, yükselsem bulutlara,
bir balık olup da, dalsam derin okyanuslara,
bir yaprak olup, savrulsam rüzgarlara,
bulur muyum gerçek yuvamı?
severler mi beni?
renklerimi soldurmadan, gülüşümü benden çalmadan,
ait olur muyum tek gerçek mutluluğa?
bilseydim bu kadar ağır olacağını yalnızlığın
ister miydim insan olup, bu gamsız dünyaya hapis olmaya?
-thedoktoyevskigirl (fidan)
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 3 months ago
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Hiç aklında yokken biri çıkar karşına. Önce hal hatır sormalar, sonra da kısa kısa konuşmalar derken alışırsın ona. Her gece yatmadan en son ona "iyi geceler", her sabah uykulu gözlerle ilk ona günaydın dersin... Seversin işte... Hem öyle çok seversin ki gönlünden çok aklın onda kalır hep. Kendinden çok onu seversin, onu düşünürsün, onu önemsersin... En sonunda tamamen kaybedersin. Ve birini asla kendinden çok sevmemen gerektiğini, göğsünün altındaki o tarifsiz sızıyla öğrenirsin...
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 3 months ago
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in love with this core and CATS!!!!
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@academia-lucifer
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 3 months ago
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reading Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka is my roman empire🪽
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thegirlwholovespinkstars · 3 months ago
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my poem<3
I stand before the mirror, Gazing into the depths of my soul. Listening to the whispers of my mind, I stand before the mirror, Watching my long, black hair, Every inch of my body, In that moment where all things stand still.
I find myself in the forest, This darkness, tall pine trees accompany me. I hear a sound from distant lands, A dark, hazy feeling slips through my hands. I tread with caution, fearing each pace, As dread wraps around in a tight embrace. And backward I move, again and again, A captive to shadows, to fear, to pain
I see people by the roadside, Dressed in white, with looks that gleam, Their faces drift in some sweet dream. To know their thoughts, to read their mind, Is to chase what one can never find. As my spirit pulls me back, I press on. I glimpse a mirror in the distance,
Inside stands a young girl, sad and bold, With hair like night and eyes that hold. A timid face, yet severe intent, In her gaze, resolve is lent.
Black smoke wraps around me, Embracing me in its folds, I cannot recognize the face in the mirror, It watches me, fearfully. I surrender my spirit to this darkness,
Unable to confront my thoughts and feelings. Tears stream down her cheeks with sorrow, In blurred vision, truth I cannot borrow
I stand before the mirror, Watching myself, My long black hair, my brown eyes.
As I seek my essence in those eyes, I lose my soul among the strangers' sighs.
-thedoktoyveskigirl (fidan)
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