A scream erupted outside as I was at my desk on warm Thursday evening. I went about my tasks; A scream erupted at midnight as I was scrolling through my phone. I went on with my leisure time; unbothered I could on with the number of times something as such had already occurred, but could I even recall? I can however, recall a shrill cry of pain I had heard two days ago and I was about to go on…
“We want ‘poems that kill.’ Assassin poems, poems that shoot guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys and take their weapons leaving them dead.”
— Amiri Baraka
I asked my kids if they’d prefer a secret garden or a secret library and my son shook his head and was like “I don’t trust the secret gardeners and librarians”
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
When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?
i do not remember falling in love with you. i just remember holding your hand and realising, how much it was going to hurt when i would have to let it go.
🥺♡♥
i expose my heart to those who don’t 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 who’s souls are like mine
to my readers: you give me hope. thank you.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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?
A new thing unfolding♡
“Be the love you never received.”
— Rune Cazuli