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in-virum:

The cries are a weeping do over
And the car parts transform
In the heavens

On Earth we wait
Parking lot utopia
A typical spot to squat.

From a distance
A 4 inch screen distance
The parking lot gods
Summer and sulk.

We fantasize them
Wish us to the teeth grind kingdom
A heart rate monitor
Speaks in tongues

Source: in-virum
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cannonbonecracks:

Hold me closer
Closer
Than the sadness
That binds
Our bones
Closer than
The loneliness
We’ll be left with
Always
In the end
When you realize
Your heart still beats
All on its own
But for now
It’s just you and I
So let’s make believe
The earth turns just for us
Tonight

Source: cannonbonecracks
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Okay, I’m willing to admit I need a break from trying to force any writing. I’m starting uni again in late September so I am going to ease off until then. If anyone has any prompts I can try and work from then please do let me know but until then I’m not going to be writing much.

Hope you guys stick around, I’ll be reblogging other poets and some random stuff. Always here if people need any hel with anything.

Peace and love

JT xx

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You know that mood when you just want to sit down and have a good cry. Not because you are sad or upset but because you just haven’t cried in a long time and that feeling is sat on your chest and you just want to get it off by just crying?

Yeah I’m in that mood :/

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  • Question: I don't like you. Evry time you get a fuckin anon you give it the big one insted of just dealeting it. if your such a fuckin big man then fuckin be a fuckin men about it you cunt. stop givin out your fucking attitude cause noone fuckin wants it k? - Anonymous
  • Answer:

    Good lord can someone get this anon an English lesson? Please? I actually feel bad for this one.

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"One of those… y’know… Chicken Compass things"

- Me trying to describe a Weather Vein
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thornsides:

a star sending signals to the
carefully placed canvas
of impenetrable anything

received by the gifted listener,
a girl with golden birds for mind
dancing, closed eyes
at the edge of the whirlpool

her joyful steps
turning seconds
into decades

with every blink singing:
little courage is enough
in front of death

Inside the lighthouse, the lone
source of solace keeps
spinning mechanically

Expressing in it’s motion
the waves, baby andromedas gliding
across sulfurous black sand

expressing the eye staring
to the outside, deciphering itself
in the quick fall of rain

even the hopeless man
coming gently from the red-lit window
and letting his mind drift

everything, everything 
picking up traces of
melody in galactic

humming the stardust song
with tears, falling expressing
on strings of unseen silver

Source: thornsides
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depressi0n-and-sadness:

riquis:

kendrickgirlcrush:

Always

Not a question.

Forever

Without a doubt.

(via lilprince)

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Quiet cafes on half
empty streets. Pale light
failing as the sun slips
slowly below the rim
of the horizon.

Hiss of the coffee
machine,
aroma of Arabica
wafts up.
Caffeinating the air.

I sit in a secluded corner,
steam rising from a
mug on the table. Staring
out the window at
steel shutters of closed shops.
An occasional car passes by.

I sit back, relaxing
back into the leather
of my chair and begin
ruminating on life.

6x6

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Tagged by: the magnificent mistergauche

Why Write: To ease the passing of time and to help me understand a few things I can’t process fully in the chaotic mess of my brain

Aesthetic: Deep, dark colours. Things that won’t blind me when harsh light hits them. An old-fashioned writing desk and ornate pens, surrounded by leather-bound books.

The Process: Listen to music. Drink coffee/tea. Ramble on paper before improving on the computer.

The Moment Right Now: Is quiet. A little too quiet and is soon to be filled with the musical delights of Annie Lennox.

Shortcomings: Frequent blocks that prevent pen moving across paper and an inability to compartmentalize emotions in any way, shape or form.

A Writer Is: Walking a tightrope between their present and their memories and emotions and doing so without a safety net. Falling hurts, one way or the other.

Tagging (apologies if you’ve already done this) -
theglycoprotein, raisethecurve, lizletsgo, giggletoday, jakepullsthetrigger and last but by no means least morosetintedglasses

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riadovoidostoevsky:

Everyday feels familiar
vague, misted over

unspecific

and I navigate by means
of signs
ritual (muscle memory)

much is taboo
I will not taste again
the dust of poison paths

Source: riadovoidostoevsky
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  • Question: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!! - Anonymous
  • Answer:

    Thank you ^_^

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HELP! I’M AN OFFICIAL PROPER ADULT! I AM NOT READY FOR THIS! ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION!

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  • 20%: The cakes
  • 80%: Sue Perkins' comments and jokes
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What even is sleep anymore?

If I was up writing I wouldn’t mind but I’m not I’m staring at a blank screen with random music playing my ears that’s more annoying than helpful…

Fuck it…