marie

i write poetry. please don’t share or copy this as it is my hard work. i love making friends. i am new on tumblr. minor.

[cookiegrlmarie]

name: marie ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

pronouns: she/her

interests: poetry, reading, journalism, fashion, film, making edits.

i like…

stranger things, welcome to derry, life is strange, detroit become human, the last of us, coraline, mlp.

i listen to…

mitski, boa, imogen heap, charli xcx, lana del rey, tyler the creator, marina, pinkpantheress, loona, red velvet, gfoty, sophie, paramore, ariana grande.

on tumblr i…

write poetry, talk about films and music, share goals.

i would super love some moots so…

[cookiegrlmarie]

2026 Goal Update ೃ༄*

sooo, i am going to try submit my first ever poem! i am so nervous but excited.. this isn’t the poem im submitting, but its something i wrote thinking if it was good enough to submit. i think doubt is one of the few steps i take while writing.

aeipathy [an enduring and consuming passion.]

i grieve the

sensibility of pain;

because with wretchedness

comes art—

and with this art,

i can succeed

and become something larger:

an advocate.

short but sweet, please comment ur 2026 goals 💕

[cookiegrlmarie]

Goals of 2026

As someone who wants to be in the journalism industry, here are my goals this year!

○ this school year…

- grow my portfolio (writing and filming on camcorder)

- get comfortable speaking

- publish one piece of literature

- grow tumblr page

○ next school year…

- join yearbook club

- take intro to photography

- take intro to psychology

- publish two pieces of literature

side goals

read more books this year

become more educated politically

perfect hair routine

grow jewelry collection

start using my sewing machine

getting straight a’s

get into calisthenics

[cookiegrlmarie]

bloodshed by cookiegrlmarie

War is a plague

malady—

it nourishes

the hunger of a man.

His insides are wicked,

his back is hunched over;

he breathes

to raid

what he sees.

War is within us

tragedy—

to solicit the desires

we buried;

our silence

is louder

than peace.

War is decided—

a contract between

men and power.

The blood on their hands

is never enough;

they will use that blood

to paint

their endless skies.

War is endurance—

the agony of abdication.

idk if this is already posted, im new. sorry