an aesthetic trash can

featuring poems, shitposts and quotes. she/her. infp.

[amicus-noctis]

“Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.” ― Franz Kafka

[belladonnaofmelancholia]

[dayonameth]

[oatlattegf-deactivated20231129]

When Sylvia Plath said “I talk to God but the sky is empty”

[derangedrhythms]

In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire.

Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Poem for a Birthday’

[sweet-child-of-night]

I remember the feeling as well, as if I were caught in a fog, unable to see my way forward or back. The past was a shadow behind me, the future a looming mountain ahead. I felt lost, like a ship without a compass l- stuck between all that could be and all that was

nocturne , excerpts from my journals

[dancesatdawn]

y’all talk to your morepankhs like they’re kanha or am I insane

[dancesatdawn]

Leave you

I say I'm here

And that I’ll stay

But you never know.

That's the thing about me honey,

I’m great with fake assurances

I’ll make you feel loved

Care for you more than I could ever show

We’ll share the memories

highs and lows

I’ll creep in your shell

You’ll get addicted to me

I’ll know your darkest secrets

And then I’ll leave.

And you’ll never know where I went

You’ll never know what happened to me

Am I alive or am I dead

Or was it an emergency?

You’ll break probably

And yes I will be to blame

You’ll think I’m a monster

And that for me, this was all a game

But you’ll never know my guilt

of  leaving you like this

You’ll never know what I did.

You’ll never know the weight my heart bears

You’ll never know of my tears

I hope you don’t think I’m a fucked up narcissist

I hope you never find

that you’re only one in many

of a never ending list.

(posted by @dancesatdawn

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[redirection04-deactivated202205]

What will you do if I disappear?

Will you care if I vanish from the face of the earth? When I’m here no more, caressing your face no more, will you miss me honey? Or will you forget me? My voice, my face, my smile will it fade away? Would you remember the time I saved your life Will you forget how I loved you?

Darling, what will you do when I disappear?

[dancesatdawn]

Bro , I mean I read all your poems idk how but it gave me so much satisfaction and a belief that i've not wasted my time readin ur poems!!!!

Sksksk THANK YOU SO MUCH

You have no idea how much that means to me!

[dancesatdawn]

Shadows

When I show you my truest self

Will you look at me the same?

Would you be afraid

When I reveal my darkest secrets?

Honey, will you try to fix me?

Like all those before you

Or will you accept me for myself?

What will you do love

When I come out of the shadows?

(Written by @dancesatdawn

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[dancesatdawn]

The gopi urge to buy flutes and peacock feathers

[dancesatdawn]

I love moon.

I love how even after all the light pollution, given how far it is from me,  i can still see the craters and soft outline of its shadowed part. I love how it brightens the night sky, with its soft yet strong glow. i love how its light chases away demons, the ones in mythology and the ones in my head. i love that it is nothing, just a rock floating in space, orbiting another rock and yet how it is everything to me. and to you. i love how it shows up at my window each night no matter the rains, the clouds, the fog. how it is probably the only constant thing in my life. my companion, my confidant, i love how it patiently listens to my sorrow and complaints and l love how it is the only thing that calms me down when no one else can. 

I love how it reminds me of kanha. I imagine his skin glowing in the moonlight while we sway on a jhoola near the jamuna tat. I love how it makes me feel. I love how it ignites this urge within me. The urge to go wild, to run free, to never stop, to fall in love.

Does it know what I think of it? does the moon know that its mere existence helps bring end to so many miseries? does it see that the hopeful and the heartbroken, the young and the old, the content and the troubled, take solace in its light? Searching for a his face in its glimmer, I wonder, does the moon know it is loved?

[redirection04-deactivated202205]

Okay okay okay fuckfuckfuck I HAD AN EPIPHANY (WHATever you call it) The sceniario of me dancing in front of krishna wearing ear pods came to my mind while i was listening to wo kisna hai and and and-

A very wierd kanha×og plot where the og (or reader insert whichever is deemed worthy) *somehow* travels back in time?????? To the sweet ol’ times of kanha??????? And and its not the humanised kanha BUT ACTUALLY KANHA THE GOD KANHA??? AND FUCK she IS A FUCKED UP PERSON AND HE SOMEHOW BRINGS LIGHT BACK TO HER EYES???? AND THEY BECOME BFFS AND SHIT OH GOD FUCK SHIT THOUGHTS YALL??? Fellow gopis what do yall think??? Ive always started blurbs/stories before never finished a single one of em BUT THIS IS SUCHA PRETTY PLOT LINE WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK GIMME THOUGHTS I MIGHT ACTUALLY START WRITING A FULL FUCKING NOVEL LENGTH FANFIC

GUYSS TELL MEEEEEEEE

@ellaknowslucifer @svapnakalpa-mareechi @manwalaage @lil-stark @cobbledstone @very-chaotic-cleo @inlovewithfictionalbeings @bookish-alone

[dancesatdawn]

Its done then. Yours truly shall start a reader insert kanha fic✌️

[dancesatdawn]

Burnt

The omnipresent headache

Dark circles under my eyes

I've kind of lost my appetite.

Neck hurts a bit

I havent slept in a while

Concentration is hard 

Am i killing myself?

(written by @dancesatdawn )

[manwalaage]

Currently: daydreaming of being a Gopi in Vrindavan

@lil-stark @dancesatdawn

[manwalaage]

Listening to flute and immediately getting transformed into a Gopi in Vrindavan sitting next to Krishna and getting mesmerized is not how I expected my day to go but well I’m not mad about it either