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poem: if words could find my soulmate

if words could find my soulmate—

oh how much happier

my poems would be;

the stanzas would dance,

the words would flow into verses of song,

they’d be brighter,

they’d be happier;

but alas,

no one wants the girl who sits in the back,

no one wants the poet who is

more alive in her journal than in the world;

but if only my words could find my soulmate,

maybe they’d be content,

because they wouldn’t be alone

anymore.

-j.g. edge

INFP Confession #1

Yes, I love deeply. Be it a person, be it a thing, be it a character, if I say I love them it means I love them. And when I love someone, I can be the cheesiest person ever. Like, I would write long, long (unsent) letters to them, make moodboards, or describe their aesthetics, imagine scenarios with them, write poetries or stories based on them or make art or do-whatever-i-can-dedicated-to-them.

But most of the time, I am scared to express these intense feelings to others hence I pour it out on characters. So if a character reminds me of someone I like/admire, he/she has to get ready for a flurry of emotions dedicated to them.

“Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.”

— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

if you write me poetry, buy me paints, or sing to me- just go ahead and propose, because i’m yours forever.

and water them everyday ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

I’ll make flowers grow in the saddest part of you.

ive got rejected by every colleges that ive applied to and here i am, wondering what i will write on autobiography

"i wanted this...... that day i learned that life isnt always fair"

thinking about Kait Rokowski writing, "nothing ever ends poetically, it ends and we turn it into poetry. all that blood was never once beautiful. it was just red." and losing it

people around me: *reading multiple books* *watching ongoing anime(s)* *Binge watching shows* *making art* *doing productive stuff*

me: *constantly daydreams about different scenarios including the portrayal of me and my inaginai girlfriend's runaway from home*

You and I were never meant to be. Our worlds have nothing in common except you like talking and I like listening.

“But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.”

— This. Yes this, is the very thing I love about humans. (via wornsoles-wornsouls)

sometimes you gotta art yourself beacuse nobody else does :)

“i promise to love you on days you can’t get out of bed because you are too tired to do anything, on days tears won’t stop pouring down your cheeks, on days your smile won’t be visible and all you can do is staring into the depth, on days you won’t be sure about yourself anymore. i didn’t choose you only to love you on good days, when you’re happy and full of love, but because i will love you every day, the good ones and the bad ones.”

— I love every side of you

"You once told me that human eye is God's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through a pupil and still holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty. "

Ocean Vuong ( On earth we are briefly gorgeous)

“You’re an ode, the most melodic verse

You’re this soliloquy reciting in my head

You’re a Shakespearean sonnet, maybe a burlesque,

The symmetric rhyme I’ll never get

Among these pages of poor words and verses,

One thousand paragraphs would never be enough

To write about you, the most beautiful poem of love”

doesn't it feels like authenticity is missing in our age's work and art. like yes, its beautiful but the essence of originality is absent and its defying the art's virtue

Oh my god i love the moon!! I can't believe she's just out there, floating!! And it's free for us to look at her!!! We can just open the window and she's there!! Looking over us! She's a mother, a daughter, a lover, a secret-keeper, and so much more!!!

dark academia ask game!

the secret history 🏛: how close are you and your group of friends? how far would you all go to protect each other? how many languages do you speak?

if we were villains 🎭: are you into theatre? who’s your favourite shakespeare character? would you or do you smoke weed or cigarettes?

dead poets society 🖋: do you prefer poetry or prose? do you get along with your parents? do you resist authority or do you deal well with it?

kill your darlings ⏳: would you consider yourself an intelligent person? have you ever fallen in love with someone who wasn’t right for you? tradition or innovation?

homer 📖: is it more important to be brave or to be kind? do you like to read?

cigarette 🚬: what is your worst habit? do you like drinking? do you party a lot?

leaf 🍁: what is your favourite season? what is your favourite comfort food?

vermont ❄️: would you ever go to school far away from your family? are you scared of losing the people close to you?

wine 🍷: how far would you go to help yourself? what about to help other people? do you think humans are inherently selfish?

piano 🎹: what’s your favourite musical genre? do you play any instruments? who’s your favourite artist?

whiskey 🥃: tell us about your first kiss. what quality would make you reject someone who asked you out?

murder 🔪: are you capable of getting very angry? what are you most afraid of? what would be the worst way to die?

The Goldfinch - Carel Fabritius (1654)

A goldfinch is sitting on its feeder, chained by its foot. Goldfinches were popular pets, as they could be taught tricks like drawing water from a bowl with a miniature bucket.This is one of the few works we know by Fabritius. He painted the goldfinch with clearly visible brushstrokes. He depicted the wing in thick yellow paint, which he scratched with the handle of his brush.

“A lot of people tell me I’m a bit dreamy. But I like the idea of that. Of being somewhere else.”

— Alex Turner 

we're all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.

~ Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

okay, who took my diary??

“my child is fine” your child romanticizes getting lost in a forest.

“I know I’m not easy to love. I’m a chronic over-thinker. I overreact more than I should…And every once in a while, I might be a little insecure. But if I am in love with you, I can promise you wholeheartedly that you will be loved with so much passion and intensity that you’ll forget what life felt like before I came along. You will always be cared for and you will always have someone in your corner. Maybe I’m not the best at being loved - But I like to think I’m pretty good at loving.”

— Chelsea Carroll

is it just me or do everyone delete their posts because the holy spirit slapped some sense into you and you're not the same person you were 10 minutes ago

So,

This is based around 19th century,

Im a just a son of this well known, rich person. And i go to a ball with couple of my companions (like Pride and Prejudice).

So i was standing beside the dancing area...

I saw, this really astonishing, most wonderfull, beautiful lady i saw (even in IRL). Presumably i was handsome, i invited this lady for a dance. (Why not?) And after that i didnt even know when 2 hours passed, dancing with her. She has these really deep brown eyes, sparkling with lights of candles and all the lights around us. the dress, blue like ocean or a sky. Her hair, mud-colored and her fragrance, all these things to die for. We kept dancing & dancing i was with her and she was with me, but i was mostly in her eyes, browsing through her emotions like, pain, sorrow, oppression and repayment. But i ignored them and kept dancing. i was also ignoring the faded view of surrounding at that time i can only see us, only us. I thought the red stains her blue oceanic dress was just a mere mirage. As i kept dancing she too seemed like she was fading and i was struggling to clinge to her last reflection. I closed my eyes, thinking that its just an illusion, hoping that everything will become back as while i was in her eyes. I opened my eyes but all i could see was that bright, effervescent chandelier, just like her earrings

i’m a hopeless romantic with all these ideal scenarios in my head but i’m also terrified of falling in love and trusting someone new.

Dreaming of going to space? – Astronaut Victor Glover has you covered. 

In his first video from space, take a look at our home through the window of SpaceX’s Crew Dragon “Resilience” spacecraft. Victor arrived to the International Space Station alongside his fellow Crew-1 astronauts on Nov. 16, 2020. 

This is his first trip to space and his first mission on the orbital lab! 

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does anyone else constantly get the feeling that you’re running out of time?? and for no reason!! i could be lying in bed in the middle of summer vacation and my mind is like “hurry up!!! before it’s too late!!!” and i’m just like “hurry up and do what?? leave me alone wtf!!!”

Sappho - translation from Anne Carson’ s “If Not, Winter”