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screamatthesun:

declaringwar:

Best

holy fuck this is really good

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victoriousvocabulary:

How It’s Said (substitutes)

In a happy way: laughed, rejoiced, giggled, joked, lilted, sang out.

In a sad way: cried, agonised, bawled, blubbered, lamented, sobbed, groaned, snivelled, wept, mourned.

In a bossy way: insisted, bossed, demanded, preached, dictated, professed, ordered.

In an angry way: raged, miffed, seethed, fumed, retorted, thundered, blurted.

In a pained way: barked, cried out, cried, screamed, jabbered, bellowed, groaned, howled, shrieked, roared, grieved, wailed, yelped.

In a frightened way: quaked, stammered, shuddered, quivered, trembled.

In an understanding way: empathised, accepted, consoled, crooned, comforted, sympathised, agreed.

In a tired way: mumbled, struggled, emitted, wearied.

In a begging way: beseeched, begged, implored, pleaded, entreated, appealed to.

As an answer: As an answer: responded, retorted, replied, rejoined, answered, acknowledged.

[Source] [[Jack Teagle]

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→blankslate: it takes forty-five minutes from the moment i close my eyesto the...

blankslate:

it takes forty-five minutes from the moment i close my eyes
to the moment i fall asleep

and this is when the real dreams happen
while i lie awake, kicking my legs against the corners
of my sheets

dripping sweat down my back

playing out scenarios involving me
finding my calling in stage acting or underwear modeling
or anything that gets me out of bed and makes me feel good
about myself

i don’t have to worry about things
like people reading this and saying,

“that’s not poetry”

i don’t have to be afraid inside my own head

i can lie here and dream,
alone.

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augustuswaters:

E.E Cummings - May My Heart Always Be Open To Little

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fleurishes:

There are entire
galaxies beneath your skin
I wish I could reach.

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aseaofquotes:

Tabitha Suzuma, Forbidden

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ltrtr:

Depressing Letters From a Supreme Formless Being From Outer Space 
 
I. 
i know your name 
i’m inside your computer and inside your mother’s mind. 
Tomorrow you are going to wake up at 7 a.m.
i miss waking up and sleeping. 
do you have any favorite things 
do you people still hold each other’s hands 
funny 
you people 
do you still make repetitive movements with your bodies while hearing sounds inside small dark boxes with blinking lights 
i miss having fingers to grab the things i thought were my favorite things 
do you still look at the sky in wonder. 
 
II. 
today i went to the borders of the universe again 
too many alpha centauri tourists there 
i felt like having lunch but i couldn’t because i don’t need to 
i crossed the borders of the universe 
it’s not very impressive out there 
a dark room with two blinking lights 
the universe is a ball of water floating between the lights 
i stared at it all for a few minutes 
then i was home again because i was always home in the first place 
i know your name 
i miss having a name.

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- a facebook love poem -

writingsforwinter:

I wish I could stop looking at your Facebook page, and if I had

any self-control, I would, but I honestly can’t peel my eyes off of

your most recent status update

about being in a relationship with someone else.

I remember when you invited me over to your house

and introduced me to your three sad cats, after which we discussed

existential philosophy and Socrates for three hours

while drinking coffee; you remembered I only drank decaf,

and I keep liking all your photos from two years ago

even though I know it’s wrong and maybe somewhat creepy.

If I could bury this heart under forty tons of dirt, I would,

but it’s just so heavy that even a professional weight-lifter

couldn’t pick it up with his own bare hands,

the same way if you were a religion I would paint crosses

on your spine with my tongue, and I’d always go to Communion

if it meant the thing we’d be praying over was you.

But I know from your info page that you’re an agnostic,

and I don’t want to infringe upon your civil liberties,

so for now I’ll stick to admiring you from behind this screen,

even though I wish I could be sitting with you in a movie theater

right now instead, with you doing that one obvious trick

where the guy pretends to stretch, when really he’s just trying

to put his arm around the girl.

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love   
- Poem 9 of 30 -

poemsbydes:

You must break and reshape
one of the strongest bones
in the human body to give
birth.

That’s the thing about growth.
If it’s worth it,

it hurts.

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"there is always somebody in the other room
who wonders what you are doing
there without them."
—Charles Bukowski   (via 33113)
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