living in literature @aly-the-stranger - Tumblr Blog

Okay guys I’m just gonna say this, if you get mentioned in any of these Ray Ban charity event posts. DO NOT CLICK ON IT. It is a phishing website. DO not click on it unless you have the correct add blockers and safety precautions. I’ve gotten mentioned in at least 20 of these at this point, and a lot of them are from people I follow. That is because they have been hacked. They clicked on this link and their account was hacked. Please don’t click on this. I’m just bringing some more awareness to this.

hopinglimelight

This NEEDS more reblogs than likes (at the moment it does)

REBLOGING THIS WILL SPREAD IT FASTER THAN IF YOU JUST LIKE IT, WHICH MEANS MORE PEOPLES BECOME AWARE.

Thank you and have a good day, DON’T CLICK THE LINKS!!

~Hope

thefandomplace

If I’ve unfollowed you, it’s because of this! If you manage to get your account back then let me know and I’ll refollow you! Don’t be afraid to say so too bc I wanna follow you again

princesshamlet-deactivated20210

fuck disappearing under mysterious circumstances i want to start APPEARING under mysterious circumstances. walking through a deserted eerie forest? im there. exploring an abandoned 1930s mine that no human has set foot in for 55 years? there too. touching down on mars? guess whose annoying face you see poking out from behind a rover

watchoutforintellect

Langston Hughes, from ‘Tired’ featured in Selected Poems

thoradvice

self-care isn't always the romanticized version that social media preaches. sometimes you reach a point where watching movies and taking naps and staying home from school / work is just going to make things worse. and when you get there, you need to take responsibility.

sometimes taking care of yourself means waking up half an hour earlier to make sure you can eat a good breakfast. sometimes it's going to that job interview that's making you anxious. sometimes it's spending an extra hour studying, instead of watching netflix.

i'm not trying to downplay the value that days off and movie nights hold, because they're so important. but sometimes you need to do the hard stuff to truly take care of yourself and enjoy your life. and that's okay !! you can still do a facemask and light a candle when you get home. but make that phone call first. answer that email. clean your room. start that homework. you'll feel better for it.

lilcowgirl7-deactivated20210223

chamomile-bpd

what the fuck happened

creatingnikki

You are going to inspire people and they will not always come and tell you that in person or even when they get famous publishing that book or giving that speech or doing whatever amazing thing it is that started with a spark that came from you. You don't have to be a writer or an artist to inspire people, though that works wonders. But you simply can be someone who lives your life on your terms and aren't afraid to stick to what you believe in even when everyone around trashes your values. When you live like that...and when you live eating well and sleeping well and laughing a lot...you inspire so many. When you choose to see the light and be the light. When you choose to stay true to yourself and when you say yes and say no and really mean it. When your regrets are few and passing and not the ones that keep you up at night. When you can pause to see the leaves dancing and the waves calling. When you're aware of your emotions and in control of your actions. You inspire. And as I said, they won't always come and tell you. But you do inspire them. So continue. Just go on.

cherokeeghostwriter

at the moment

poems as post-its line the wall by the door ruffle in the breeze flutter on the floor, or adhere to my feet as i wander the street this room it still breathes filled with breath given or thoughts such as these notes to self expressed as eminent explanations collecting dust unaddressed

smakkabagms

I am night-touched consoled by so much dark and only the sea remembers

ryebreadgf

THE GARDEN

jenifersaturn

Safety and stars

Hundred of stars in the sky, but no moon in sight. A cold breeze spreading heavy tunes in the wind. I used to feel so safe, under the starry sky. Thought those lights, would protect me all my life. So I never really tried to change what was wrong, waiting for salvation that would never come. I remember smiling looking at the night sky, feeling so comforted by those lights. Now all I think about is the feeling of desperation that fogs my mind and weights my soul. My heart can’t take it no more my love can’t reach those places of old so all I can do right now is look at the sky and wait for the sun to rise again in the morning, and it’s rays to hug me and make me feel peaceful, warm and safe again.

leannehuang-deactivated20210624

Send me a word, and I’ll send you a poem! // the aftermath

Like. Reblog. Please do not repost.

pxlecherry

jade-fox-deactivated20230511

I often wrote letters to my younger self

I expressed to her what I had learned or changed in the time I’d spent growing past her physically and emotionally.

Sat overcome with hindsight, writing with what I thought was wisdom but turned out to be patronising ink.

How naive of me to believe I had finished evolving myself.

I now see she didn’t need to hear any of what I wrote to her about all that we had gone on to change,

She needed to be reminded of all the wonderful, unique and completely perfect parts she was born with, and that they never needed to change.

I love her unconditionally

-JF-

inkskinned

my hands shake too hard, so you help me hang the new painting. the music from the phone in your back pocket is singing about hating winters in california.

i’m wine drunk. “no,” i’m saying, “you don’t get it. crows, like, have a sense of their own thought process.” a little bit of the paint chips off under my fingernail.

you ask me if i think crows can fall in love. i say they are only made from love. you ask me if i think crows love like how people love. i say: i don’t know anything about love enough to answer that.

we stand back to see if it’s hanging even. it isn’t but it’s heavy so we just stand there for a second, looking at the skewed frame. “do you really think that?” you ask. look at me just out of the corner of your eye. like if you look too closely i’ll cry. the way things have been lately, i don’t know either.

“skewed isn’t used enough,” i say. “skewed is a good word.”

“because i think a lot of people love you.” you reach out and shift the thing a little to the left. now it’s off-center in the other way.

i don’t think that’s true, i almost say. “yeah, i know.”

you take my hand. “a lot of people,” you say again. “like. maybe it isn’t what you were expecting. maybe they don’t know how to do it loudly or they don’t know how to do it where you can see or that you don’t know how to look for it. but.” you turn me so i have to look into your eyes, so big and bright and caring - “a lot of people love you if you just… start noticing.”

i can’t look at you like that too long. all beautiful and soft and vulnerable. i break away and straighten the painting. “i just want the romance!” i say, trying to make my tone joking, knowing i sound like i’m choking.

“you don’t need it.” you get the other side angled correctly. now it is perfect. we are so close i can feel the heat of your skin and see the reflection of the art in your iris. your hand holds my cheek; cool and soothing. “you are a romantic already. romanticize existing. go on a date with joy. go on a picnic with surviving. you are so lovely, and loving you feels effortless and easy.”

i wish that were true. i try to make a joke. “oh, did a crow tell you that? how do you know?”

“i know,” you say. i can’t help the feeling in the back of my throat, an ache so wide it’s no longer wanting, it’s dissolving. the color of your eyes takes up all of my mind until it’s just a swathe of you.

“you’re so easily loved,” you repeat. you run your cold thumb over my cheek. “i know. i know. i know. you gotta just trust me.”