
JVL
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
art blog(derogatory)
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Origami Around
occasionally subtle

@theartofmadeline
will byers stan first human second
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Stranger Things
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

if i look back, i am lost
Jules of Nature

Discoholic 🪩
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@neoterist
Two icons were lost this week to suicide, but their contributions to the world will never be forgotten. Kate Spade made the fashionably unattainable attainable and @anthonybourdain’s exploration of culture through food opened our eyes to the world. Both will be sorely missed.
Remember, no matter what you are going through, you don’t have to go through it alone. There are resources available to help you.
Please don’t hesitate to reach out if you need it, Tumblr.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: Available 24/7 at 1-800-273-TALK (8255).
NAMI (@namiorg): Dedicated to improving the lives of anyone living with mental illness. Free to chat at 1-800-950-6264. Free support 24/7 Text NAMI to 741741
The Trevor Project (@thetrevorproject): Confidential suicide hotline for LGBTQ+ young people. Available 24/7 at 1-866-488-7386.
Everyone is mad already. . . It is merely that the times have brought it out in them.
Cardrach in The Dragonbone Chair by Tad Williams
Victor Hugo, “Vianden Fortress and Castle in the Moonlight” (1871)
Read more about the forgotten art of the author who wrote Les Miserables on 1843.
“Flock of birds hovering above, just a flock of birds; that's how you think of love. And I always look up to the sky, pray before the dawn cause they fly always. Sometimes they arrive. Sometimes they are gone.”
2018 Poetry Blog Train!
Eh! It’s time for the 2018 Poetry Blog Train! If you’re a blog that shares or reblogs poetry, give this post a like and check out the notes to find other writers! This is a way for us writers to find each other, because sometimes the tumblr tags don’t work very well ;)
To keep the train alive, give this post a reblog so more writers can see it and share it!
Hit me up, y’all.
"So I guess I'll go home Into the arms of the girl that I love The only love I haven't screwed up She's so hard to please But she's a forest fire I do my best to meet her demands Play at romance, we slow dance In the living room, but all that a stranger would see Is one girl swaying alone Stroking her cheek They say, "You're a little much for me You're a liability You're a little much for me" So they pull back, make other plans I understand, I'm a liability Get you wild, make you leave I'm a little much for E-a-na-na-na, everyone The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy 'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore"
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Pragser Wildsee | aronsche
Rape Escape
Easy and very effective
Requires nothing but your body
Includes attack
Very useful to know, pass and share please.
Worth watching
I don’t mean to impose a personal favour on you guys, but I really would like to ask that everyone who follows me reblog this.
I don’t think I made it very clear but last month I was sexually assaulted by someone who I thought was my friend (I don’t want to talk about it don’t ask), and it’s… really fucked with my head.
Had I known this a month ago I would have been able to get away.
So, essentially, I’m really pleading with you to reblog this so everyone who follows you doesn’t get stuck in the same position I was with no way out.
I mean again I don’t want the point of this to be my sob story or whatever but if you could reblog this it would seriously mean a lot
and im asking to all of my followers who see this post in your dashboard to please press play to this video, you never know when this is gonna be
useful, PLEASE DON’T IGNORE IT.
This is one of the first moves I was taught in Krav Maga, and it is one of the most effective.
It took me about a half hour to get down with practice, but once you get it, it’s an intuitive movement.
Please pass this along, it will save lives.
Important
Please reblog this.
Please, if you see this, Reblog it.
If you see this, reblog please.
not witchy but definitely worth watching, stay safe
REBLOGGINGGG
please reblog!
Watched it and comitted it to memory, and I suggest you watch and learn as well as reblogging it for any person on your blog to watch and so on.
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Circular Logic
Imagine, a great black sphere surrounds us
and outside it, a light that would blind us
and pinpricks in the sphere. Let’s call them stars.
Or maybe, imagine that the universe loves symmetry,
and remember that the only perfect symmetry is a globe
and know, in a moment of epiphany, that our earth and sun and stars,
all that is best and bright, from which all the good in our lives flows,
circles a singular, spherical obsession.
What does our smallness mean
as we flicker to life, then disburse into darkness
our minds sending waves of awareness into a black void
large enough to catch them and endless enough to ensure
that they fly in an arch, never colliding with any thing.
And we are perfect for this place,
peculiar and self-destructive, our thoughts
orbiting around truths we never reach the center of.
Datr, even when i swipe right i’m wrong
Every morning ends the same:
Another load of laundry,
Vague shame.
Hand me my phone
Swipe the pain away
Messages, left at the tone
Fall on deaf ears.
Texts only, please.
Sexts, if you must. Polite digital leers.
Track my crowd-sourced dramedy with an age old song:
I don’t know what I want.
Everyone I’ve tried is wrong.
Another couple trips to the clinic.
We’re all sick, these days,
With inauthenticity, a generation of mimics.
We ride recklessly, protected by layers of latex.
We connect endlessly, isolated by insecurity.
We share prolifically, hidden in a webbed vortex.
We are loud.
No one hears
The cacophony, its senseless sound
Echoing down through the software of yet unwritten ages.
Will my granddaughter take a journey with Miss Frizzle on the Wayback Machine?
See my swipes, read this poem, my life as a reviewable web history on a scrolling page.
Or all of it, and me, left suspended on an old cloud drive,
Not quite real, a dream in an AI’s cortex,
As someone, something, no longer quite alive.
Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca
"Why we fight to get on loving I've been wondering How your mind will leave you hanging your heart lingering Stay lost Then found by whoever stays around, forgetting There is a way to be yourself, I assure you this There's a way to catch your dreams without falling asleep You might as well get it while you can, babe 'Cause you know you ain't getting any Younger, younger, younger, are you?"