My Thoughts in a Teacup

hello there, beautiful soul. my name is marie, i am 26 and this is a home to my creative soul. make yourself comfortable, get a cup of tea and enjoy your stay! xoxo

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》You were casting a spell

right onto my lips.

The woman who was always sharing

to find someone to connect with.

Deep inside the woods

you made my mouth go silent.

Just like that.

Just like that.

Oh, how I wish to call you violent

when you robbed me

of my armour and my mirror cabinet,

luring me into the woods,

exposing me to unknown intimacy

my feet in soft weeds instead of harsh reality.

And I wish to call me braver

when I let you be my saviour

from the things I prayed to let me live for years.

Specks of blue between the golden leaves

when with your spell all of the mundane leaves

my body alongside silent tears ...《

— how else to express how folklore makes me feel if not in poetry?

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In 2020 I’ve been taking my writing to a more serious level and decided to publish a lot of it on my instagram profile. Also I don’t like the changes tumblr made on posting text posts/ quotes that much, so I’m now working with my own visuals and getting into editing. Feel free to follow and dm me there, I’d love to get in touch with the tumblr folks. ♥

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I was a carefully handfolded origami figure keeping up my fragile content, while you were a strom of courage armed with disbelief in one hand and hope in the other.

‘But aren’t there things worth risking the change?’ | My Thoughts in a Teacup

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Who needs crowded streets

and foreign city mazes

when I can get lost

Right here

Between the constellations

Of the freckles

On your collarbone

— Home again | My Thoughts in a Teacup

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"The chivalry of

holding a heart for a decade

and leaving it alright

is a gift I took for granted

because I was in luck

Finding those gentle hands so early

I never had to recover from a grip too loose

or too tight"

- Too Loose | My Thoughts in a Teacup

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I can't say that I'm surprised

this darkness rolls around in October -

But I would have preferred the golden light instead

If I got the chance to choose

Dark | My Thoughts in a Teacup

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Those who walk through rainstorms to conceal their sweat and tears will not be understood.

A Broken Queen Myself | My Thoughts in a Teacup

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THERE LIES MAGIC IN THE FIRST LINES

THE FIRST LINES YOU SPEAK IN FRONT OF AN AUDIENCE

THE FIRST LINES YOU SPOT IN THE CORNERS OF YOUR EYES ONE MORNING OFF GUARD

THE FIRST LINES OF A SONG YOU IMMEDIATELY KNOW WILL BREAK YOUR HEART.

THE FIRST LINES IN A NEW NOTEBOOK.

THE FIRST LINES YOU DRAW UPON SOMEONE ELSE'S EXPOSED CHEST.

I DON'T KNOW YOU WELL ENOUGH YET

TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOU

BUT I KNOW THAT

YOU'RE GONNA MAKE IT EASY.

AND THOSE ARE THE FIRST LINES YOU INSPIRED.

Your First Lines | My Thoughts in a Teacup

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Home is wherever I feel like you still love me.

Truth Cuts Deep | My Thoughts in a Teacup

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I remember that night hopes as high as the trees around us you and your rebel smile lips silent hands engaged in a tiny, shy conversation You said you knew I’d come back I said I couldn’t stay. I remember that night us you and your rebel smile I remember every day

a night in january last year | My Thoughts in a Teacup

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the feeling that we're both lying in our beds somewhere / surrounded by darkness / waiting for the words to arrive

my thoughts in a tea cup

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I guess here we are again crimson red as ever. our minds foggy our fingers stiff long drives and cold nights golden light and your star sign rising.

september | thoughts in a tea cup

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Fatigue melts away on this Sunday around noon revealing the feeling I'll fall in love with you, soon.

You | mythoughtsinateacup

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The trouble with artists is that they're not happy to be happy. They're happy to be nostalgic about it later on.

those weird ones || thoughts in a teacup

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Funny thing is I still remember Winter in Williamsburg; lingering September; sunshine, oh sunshine brick walls & blue tea, the delicate serenade of you looking back at me ...

the shy poet || thoughts in a tea cup

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I'm still trying to figure out if the villian in this is me - or the rest of the universe.

growing spell