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who's with me in a flower field? it's the heart of the poet for which all the fallen stars fall. welcome to my poetry + prose microblog where i write about my art in order to soothe my heart. here we escape reality

[thedaddycomplex]

Seriously, fuck AI.

[siredbykat]

hot take: the patriarchy is so inherent to society that most of the x f!reader fanfiction written for older male characters (joel miller, bullseye, soldier boy, etc) is written by women with internalized misogyny so deep-seated, they’d rather make the reader half the man’s age and fetishize the age gap, instead of aging the reader up for something more sensible and balanced. it just goes to show how men will always be praised for aging, whereas women will be demonized for it, even in the world of fanfiction. even on paper, we exist solely to fulfill fantasies and meet standards that were forced upon us.

edit: y’all need to stop haggling me in the comments idgaf about your age play and freudian relationships... you guys have boiled this post down to controversial age gaps, when it’s about women aging being demonized while men aging is celebrated. date who you want! goon to who you want! i don’t care!

[fellshish]

feeling guilty over not working on your fic is so silly if you think about like why are you stressing over the hobby you do in your free time for fun lol wip not whip

[mrduvnak]

Most Evil??????

5 × 6 = 56

7 × 7 = 49

9 × 9 = 81

7 × 8 = 56

Voting ended onMar 22

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girlhood is not an age. It's a language.

There are girls. Then there's their girlhood. And then, there are poems about girlhood. Read some of those poems here. From Sylvia Plath to

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He writes to say he loves her every eyelash, every step, every turn, every laugh. Is the eyelash overdoing it, should he leave it out?

-Kairos, Jenny Erpenbeck

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Discussing "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden - Matsyaa Lyfe

"Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden is a short poem about the sacrifices a father makes for his child on those winter holidays when the

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“Flowers grow back even after they are stepped on and so will I.”

— B.J

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Katharina feels that early morning that her childhood ended a long time ago.

-Kairos, Jenny Erpenbeck

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She sees his spectacle case on the table, and his cigarettes, make of Duet, and she thinks she never wants to sit at a table that doesn't have his spectacle case and cigarettes on it.

-Kairos, Jenny Erpenbeck

[thoughtkick]

“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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a poem about slowing down

Got the full poem here

Travel Light—A Poem About Slowing Down - Matsyaa Lyfe

This poem is contrary, in this way. Sometimes, there are burdens we do not want to throw away. Sometimes this baggage is precisely what make

[thehopefulquotes]

“You’re always haunted by the idea you’re wasting your life.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

[mrduvnak]

Which do you choose?

Happiness

Free will

Voting ended onMar 17

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