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While Grieving
In gloom Filter of grey Shoulders heavy Reverberating dismay This movie on repeat The scene, at least, A lazy feat The brain is coping with shock Unfettered disbelief The sun hurts my eye The truth burns not the lies But the house where it misrepresented itself Living in as a fraudulent partner
Hope is a Poison I Drink
Hope is a poison I drink When I need to drownThe sorrow of my sins…..
Z z z
I’d rather have the ghost of the past Than the zombie walking here right now Migrating memories to resentment But let me clarify The whens and the whys Are entirely my faultCarried a false belief That I was worth forgiveness That the entirety of twenty Were reinforced by this incessant blitz of kindnessAnd for being perceived as wrong One learns how wrongCan go deeply wrongAnd nowhere to go
Burn It Down
Made the whole house functionalEvery space usedDetails make senseChi flows thru every windows and doorsA feel for the familiar andNever-been-here-beforePictures are keys Unlocking memories, each a treasure troveA wall that insulates from the perilous worldBut if the bedroom is a prison cellWith a bed of warring thoughtsGravestone for pillowsBurn it all downKeep the things that keeps you wholeAnd…
Hap
In the middle of nowhere… the middle of the year… uneventful, boring… as it should’ve been… the previous eighteen… I see triple c, white on my screen… I am much closer to the end as I was at the beginning… But at this point when I am supposed to be made… I am bent and forced to do begging. At the peak of my powers… Comedic the theme… Cosmetic the changes… Manic extreme… I am missing moments… I…
What Prayers Are
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Good Morning
I mourn as the sun predictably rises… Reminding me of where the east is. After a long battle enduring pitch blackness… The punishment of waking up early is facing a long day… Each takes me light years away from you. But reality, or as light hits what I’ve been holding on to… A past fading fast. Crumbling the foundation of an imagined future. There is nothing to hold on to… These things start…
The Zombie and it’s Routine
The basis of our feelings Whether real or imagined Is a clamp that grips As tight as we allow itOn a good day we call it inspiringAs it carries indiscriminatelyThe good and the badThe whole of everythingWe’ve ever hadThis ball and chainHappily and willinglyLocked inA commitment, a sentenceA purpose, the essenceTo let go and to lose everythingIt’s hard to be tied Finding a lifeWith the perfect…
Who Did What?
I no long receive grace and gratitude like sun in the middle of summer I mean, look at my audacity to compare myself to the center of some mediocre solar system in a season everyone regard as fun A thankless job that one should dare not reciprocateThe heat, the mere sight irritatesSince when did this site became a journalAgainst her all encompassing effort to obliviate That don’t fit the…
Good and Right
Who knew that doing the good thing may sometimes be not right I didn’t know that it can exist in a plane, separated But now I suffer for this mistake I didn’t I’d regret takingClear as night and dayI thought I was owedBut as I lost it all non got repaidI was just asking for what I thought was mineMaybe a little timeIn the sunWhere you shineBut instead, I documentA heartbreak I deserveFor failing…
Manning Up
A common themeAmongst boring menA trait proudly wornShutting up, holding breathWhile be being whippedHead adorned With a crown of thornsI don’t have thatI didBut the moment I told youAbout things you didn’t knowThe act loses its allureThough unappreciatedThis surfacing factIs cheapened as stunt for poseursKeep it inMan the fuck upChill while she Goes for the killThere are possibilitiesThere is no…
Through Enough
Caring is the first to goThe first to be neglectedDespite deeply sownMake sure when you feel itWhen you start to believe itWilled to existenceAll these pain Bubbling underAs you turn your backFor anotherOr just a better slumberMake sure I am drowned in neglectRegret, the tight noose around my neckI’ll figure out and accept my fatethis may not be the endBut it’s definitely too lateThe wounded…
Sharpen the Knive
Maybe you are rightIt’s not the time to forgiveSharpen the knivesStab all love at willWipe the kiss off the mouthBurn the smile with disgustExhume the past, don’t pull outThen stay in state of nonplusBecause maybe you are rightFor your sake then mineIf misery is negotiableThen this one’s designedTo be left behindAs misery prescribed
Even
In a tragic endingEverything is easily forgivenAs the flaws are seenAs evenAs things that make us humanThere used to be a cureAs easy as getting out of the wayBut all the even numbersOddly misplaced Tag me where you’ll go backEven if you never intend To returnMoving towardsAnd againstAmendmentAnd other mixed signals sentFlowing toThe inevitable end
Crumbs for the Trail of Gratis
Did not want to do it Forced by anotherThis handCompelled by a truth In an unreasonable desireTo comprehendBut whose fault is it?The minuend or the subtrahend? But why find limits? When it’s driven to the end Brush aside the pride For the time you misspentAnd never with me
Outlive Love Out
I was hoping to no longer see the ruins Love outlasting life The other left grieving Rather than be participant To a verbal knife fight No intent to accept what’s right The resolve starts at the beginning I can only let you out As I let you in, Through me, and flowing I just wished I’m no longer there When you realize that somewhere Is way better Than where you are now Staying is a choice Of a…