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i expose my heart to those who donât know me in the hopes of finding someone who understands my soul
i need to know that i am not alone
i need to know that there are people whoâs souls are like mine
to my readers: you give me hope. thank you.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Posting about characters' feelings>>> own feelings.
âyou, your fingers would dance over my skin like letters bouncing in poetry, your eyes would skim mine for the possibility of prose in your name, for words that you would seek comfort in. why do you look at me as if you were waiting for me to paint you in syllables and poetic phrases to beautify you? was it not enough that i signed off every emotion in my heart to your name? my love, my wrath, my every figment of existence, every thread that i hang uponâall in your name? your name is sprawled against my heart. my heart may be in pieces, but every vein spills blood with your name dripping off it. youâve consumed me completely, love, and you search a poetification of yourself in my eyes? here. have it on paper. for permanence.â
â @coffeeacademia
|AUTUMN 2020|
|OCTOBER 6|
15:31: Cloudy, blue skies and a constant feeling of reaching out; an impulse to grasp and hold onto your hand and caress it with feather-soft touches.
Youâve always been my favourite cup of hot coffee on the chilliest of winter nights, my âconversations in the darkâ and of course, my heartiest hug after bad days.
Still,
Youâre the hardest to write about.
Youâre theâŠ
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tumblr is so quite. all other social medias have this chaotic loud energy and here is like "shh dude, calm down", i think is because nobody really cares about going viral, no one cares about their toughts being shared, they just write them anonimously, kinda like a coping mechanism
So, a part of me feels like I'm not completely over all the songs on #lover and Taylor Swift just drops #folklore and uhhh..?..?.. how do I move on this fast?
I asked my kids if theyâd prefer a secret garden or a secret library and my son shook his head and was like âI donât trust the secret gardeners and librariansâ
What ifs that hold us back from our most magnificent selves.
We are afraid of vulnerability, of what it may do to us. And this fear is what keeps us from moving forward. The things we set out to achieve, now lie only in thoughts. What could have been, if only we embraced our vulnerabilities. ~Wedarkacademia.
I collected a bunch of âhaha I donât have 2020 visionâ âoh God not like thatâ posts
âThere is also a philosophical question about the relation between mind and brain, and it is this: Is your mind something different from your brain, though connected to it, or is it your brain? Are your thoughts, feelings, perceptions, sensations, and wishes things that happen in addition to all the physical processes in your brain, or are they themselves some of those physical processes?â
â Thomas Nagel, What Does It All Mean?