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“Just leave me alone. I’m not myself. I’m falling apart, and I don’t want you here.”
— Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon
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Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from 'Kintsugi 金継ぎ'
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Dec 28, 2023 at 2:07 PM
Unread, unsaid
I text my other friends so I don't see you
Don't see your smiling picture and the text I'm waiting for
Don't see my unread message like a forgotten tall tale
I text random people in my contact list I don't care about
Almost asked some random dude for his number so there'd be someone else
Because I miss you, I miss you so much
But I'm never enough, never enough for you
-x.y
#spilled ink#spilled poetry#original poem#poets of tumblr#original writing#personal diary#poets on tumblr#spilled thoughts#confessions
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Check out "Another Cliché Villainess Romance Story"!
Prologue —Yet another villainess's cliché romance fantasy story
When I found myself in a fantasy world born from a perverse person's imagination, I didn't imagine my life unfolding like this. When I fell into this make-believe-made-real world and met all the fictional characters I'd become invested in...
It wasn't meant to be like this.
We weren't meant to be stuck together like this—glued together by the strings fate spun. None of it was supposed to become like this.
All I wanted was to survive when I woke up 5 years old for the second time in a story I once enjoyed.
But I'd found myself in a story I didn't recognize and made decisions I never thought I'd choose. The characters I thought I knew, the world I thought I'd known, were suddenly all foreign to me. It's as if this chance at life was a revision of the original work, edited entirely until it became a new story. Characters I hated and characters I loved—somehow, we found ourselves unable to separate like addicts who craved one another. Somehow, we all became something unrecognizable.
Somehow, we all found ourselves in the depths of a redeeming depravity, together like one entity.
Where did we begin, and where did we end? It seemed as if we were simultaneously enmeshed yet separate.
Somehow, we existed as a paradox instead of beings living different lives.
Were we all unique individuals, or were we a simple singularity?
I don't know.
Our lives felt like nothing but smoke and mirrors, one past sliding past the other. But our futures...were they something we could control, or was it something that has been decided for us? Was our lives a formulaic trope and plot line, or were our lives a new written version of fate and future?
I wish I knew. I wish I had an answer.
Instead, I became a personified cliché—reincarnated as the narcissistic, psychopathic, incompetent villainess of a webnovel I read in a past life.
You know.
The one where she's destined to die at the hands of the protagonist for coveting the male lead and harming the female lead. The one that drives the plot and causes the lovers to grow more and more fond of one another.
The one the readers love to hate.
The villainess character used to springboard dull love into something beautifully tragic and create a satisfying ending.
Somehow, I am regrettably this antagonist with her tragic fate and catastrophic life.
My name is Iristella Noviette Vera Orzo, and I am the unfortunate only child of the moody, blunt, detached, complicated, gave-Iris-daddy-issues Duke Cedric Asher Orzo.
And this is my cliché villainess fantasy romance story.
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Amelia Kim finds herself 25 going on 5 in the body of Iristella Orzo, the tragic villainess of the webnovel "The Emperor's Trials." Like all good romance fantasy plots, the villainess, Iristella, faces certain death and a sad fate. Amelia finds herself in this cliché predicament and is ready to live the world's worst cliché, but fate seems to have planned differently. In the version she's living, Amelia finds that all the other characters are slightly different from those she knew, and the plot has made turns she's never seen. Suddenly, every trope and cliché she knows seems unreliable. Will Amelia be able to twist her fate as Iristella and survive, or will the plot decide her destiny?
—Another Cliché Villainess Romance Story
I hope you enjoy the first story I've ever shared. Please subscribe if you enjoy it!
Thumbnail art by Horologlia (Commission them here: @yua_horologlia)
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“Go and love someone exactly as they are. And then watch them transform into the greatest, truest version of themselves.”
— Wes Angelozzi
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Book: Under the Same Vast Sky by Isabella G. Poetry | on Amazon and kindle
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Louise Glück, from "Persephone the Wanderer", Averno
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— Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
чем больше узнаю людей – тем больше люблю деревья!
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Jihyun Yun, from Some Are Always Hungry; “The Leaving Season”
[Text ID: “It’s strange / to know this world I loved, / loves me best / dismembered.”]
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“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
— Ernest Hemingway
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Li-Young Lee, from “The City in Which I Love You”, The City in Which I Love You
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“Of all the weapons in the world, love is the most dangerous.”
— Seth Grahame-Smith
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“Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our past over and over again.”
— Buddha
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{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}
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