Folding Laundry While The House Is Asleep, And The Music Is Playing Pretty & Low. 🌝✨

Folding laundry while the house is asleep, and the music is playing pretty & low. 🌝✨

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1 year ago
β€œhalf-words”

β€œhalf-words”

1 year ago
& I Fed You Milk Till You Fell Asleep

& I fed you milk till you fell asleep

As I always do, I kiss your warm head

as a tiny little sigh slowly whispered

The final breath of relief from today

into

A

mesmeric

state

My dear

& I tell you I love you

I always end up nuzzled up with you for just a bit longer

I think to myself

I will give my best self to her every day, every hour

That even these moments while she’s a baby

I can clearly see how having no distractions

is the key to a happy healthy loving family life

Days are not always the easiest and challenges await one day but

β€œI’m too happy right here”

So I write about it after I put her to bed

I can’t help to cry hallelujah

thank you lord.

First poem for phoebe -

And more poems for Phoebe to come

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11 months ago
Niall.breen.comics On Instagram

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8 months ago

Click to read whole piece clearly πŸ˜†

the last part got me πŸ‘»πŸ’ƒπŸ»

and the ghost in my living room says: you don't know what you have 'til it's gone, and by 'it' i mean the rush of shared laughter i mean the beauty cast over everything  at the first sign of love apparent in eyes glowing like stars, i mean healing bruises and the resurrection of a broken heart, the way both are still a little sore, i mean the feeling that you are a person and not a memory  and so hold each beautiful thing even after the shimmer and sparkle fade notice more flowers, read more poetry, feel more juice from more peaches run down your fingers with more reverence  hold your own hand until someone else comes along to hold your burdens, trust that someone will come  and then i ask the ghost where she learned all this from, and she says death is the world's most distinguished professor, and the grief the most patient of teachers that what breaks your heart will open your mind and what softens your heart will be unexplainable   and then i ask the ghost if it was all worth it if the joy is worth the ache that comes and if life is worth the loss and the ghost takes me by the hand and shows me the sunset and says nothing for a very long time if the ghost knows anything, it is that nothing tells more than silence  and finally, the ghost looks over my shoulder at the glowing phone screen, and asks why i started every sentence in this poem with 'and'  and i say i guess i just can't stand the thought of starting over that i want everything connected and endless and the ghost laughs and says "baby, have you listened to a fucking thing i've said?"

AND THE GHOST IN MY LIVING ROOM SAYS by june hart


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1 year ago
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6 Brutally Honest Truths About Life #quote #speech #motivatio #sucess #viral

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1 year ago

The lyrics are amazing πŸ₯²

Pretty much been obsessed since they released take me back to Eden.

"i'm A Winged Insect, You're A Funeral Pyre."

"i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre."

my first offering. posted on discord and reddit.

inspired by another post i made in discord about how moths are typically used in TMBTE artwork but this beetle - melanophila acuminata - is a really great fit. i think this will be one of my first st tattoos as well.


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5 months ago

Feeling like you shouldn't mess

With the timing

Feeling like you're dead when the night comes

Feeling like you shouldn't negotiate

Feeling like you're drowning too often

Feeling like you can't touch the bottom

Wouldn't it be wise to just cry for help?

You suffer with sophistication

Tell it like you live in a nightmare

You dream of liberation

You love your preoccupation

Looking like you live in a daydream

You see with your soft demeanour

Settle, cease and surrender

It's been a long time since you spoke up

Or revealed where you hurt

You feel with an extra feeling

Sensitive to the meaning

It's been a long time since you cried out

Feeling like you shouldn't mess

With the timing

Feeling like you're dead when the night comes

Feeling like you shouldn't negotiate

Feeling like you're drowning too often

Feeling like you can't touch the bottom

Wouldn't it be wise to just cry for help?

You see with your soft demeanour

Settle, cease and surrender

It's been a long time since you spoke up

Or revealed where you hurt

You feel with an extra feeling

Sensitive to the meaning

It's been a long time since you cried out

Feeling Like You Shouldn't Mess

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11 months ago
Nostalghia, (1983)

Nostalghia, (1983)

Dir Andrei Tarkovsky

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