styofa doing anything
Jules of Nature
Sweet Seals For You, Always
we're not kids anymore.

JBB: An Artblog!
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Misplaced Lens Cap
taylor price
almost home
Game of Thrones Daily

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JVL
dirt enthusiast

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
trying on a metaphor
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blake kathryn
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@lsfuego
A mfn lie this year put me through the blender
Forgot this page exist....
Who should defend the moon if not the poets?
Your Bitter Is My Sweet/Blame Game
Things used to be. Now they’re not. Anything but us is who we are. Disguising ourselves as secret lovers, we’ve become public enemies. We walk away like strangers in the street. Gone for eternity, we erase one another. No phone calls. No sweet text messages. We are mere specs of particles, floating, unknown to our partners’ existence. So far from where we came. With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing? Lack of visual empathy equates to the meaning of L.O.V.E. Hatred and attitude tear us entirely. We meet at opposite poles and no longer can we bond like love birds to a song or flowers to a daisy. The air smells of rotten and burned hearts. We have trashed our over cooked love that now accompanies the bin of deceit. Don’t turn around. Continue walking away. Disappear into that darkness that rests upon your gritty shoulders. Let that dark cloud follow you wherever you go. So long ex-lover. Farewell.
-Chloe Mitchell
Footnote: This is the full context of the poem that I wrote for Kanye West. He reads it aloud on the track “Blame Game” featuring John Legend, from his current album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
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@el-huddpudd for your poetry tag 💜
This is the prompt btw
I keep thinking about a post I saw the other day, and likely won't be able to find again, which proposed as a response to "you'll be fine if you have nothing to hide" the phrase:
" I have nothing to hide, but I don't trust your intentions and judgement"
Was it this one?
"I need privacy, not because my actions are questionable, but because your judgment and intentions are."
MegaMan: Wishing upon a Star (1993)
1993