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Peter Solarz
styofa doing anything
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Cosimo Galluzzi
if i look back, i am lost
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Show & Tell
Xuebing Du
titsay
ellievsbear
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Product Placement
oozey mess
sheepfilms
seen from Malaysia
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seen from Brazil
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For the Good of the Ghost
it's best if I
leave you behind
let things fade
try to heal
from all the pain
yet I struggle
with ghostly images
and echoes of
your laughter
the sound of
you crying
all of which
must remain
in the past
somehow I find
the strength
to move forward
Down the Rabbit Hole
I never jump in
whole hog
I take my time
explore every inch
of mystery until
I find myself
so far from
the reason
for my journey
that I can't
find my back
“Fear is the wolf in the city of our dreams.”
The Last Hunter
It's my 11 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Fire Team
they gather in the
temple of the holy
brothers in arms
seeking shelter from
their personal storms
cups raised in
quiet remembrance
for some remain
forever in country
the old ones
always remember
the young ones
can't forget
each cursing
the fortunes
of their fate
fire and blood
forge a bond
which goes beyond
the power of words
it creates a silent strength
within the wounded soul
Lifeline
a glimmer of hope
a slender thread
against the
the darkness
offering strength
providing a path
to belief in one's self
the moment of truth arises
when fear of change
is held at bay
and we walk slowly
into the light
"You will find no discourse with zealots, only diatribes."
The Last Realist
“We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.”
— Unknown
"No matter what may come of it, discover something--anything--that means everything to you. "
The Last Believer
I See You Everywhere
I found a pair of shoes
in the back of the closet
you forgot to take them
when you left
I can't bring myself
to get rid of them
so they sit now
in plain sight like
some painful shrine
of remembrance
there's unopened mail
addressed to you
piling up on the end table
that haunts me every day
so many artifacts of
your ghostly presence
unavoidable
undeniable
the sadness of it all
is the fact that I cannot
just close the door
and walk away
All I Remember is Goodbye
complacency
is the death
of relationships
a reality he
never saw coming
until she told him
she didn't love
him anymore
in his anger
in his shame
he made a
personal vow
never to let
it happen again
MTA
she always leaves them hanging
with her Mona Lisa smile
each one of her followers
hoping to be the lucky one
yet never knowing
which way the wind will blow
it’s her superpower
no need for capes or boots
just a knowing smile
a penetrating stare
and the self-assured
knowledge of who’s
really driving the bus
Ashes and Memories
he lives now
with the ghosts
of ardent desire
phantom feelings
amputated emotions
sterile sentiments
there was a time
when he held
the heat of desire
so close to him that
it devoured everything
leaving only ashes
and memories
Strong Voices Fill a Fragile Heart
his challenges are upon him
close and unrelenting
he faces them
with the weight of
weariness
fear
doubt
and
feet of clay
no action plan
no conflict resolution scenario
just the ghost
of every loved one
he has lost
whispering
words of wisdom
as they always did
his father tells him
sometimes strength
comes from weakness
his mother speaks
of the power of faith
his son reminds him
of the legacy
of inspiration
he has bestowed
there are many quiet voices
grandparents
uncles
aunts
friends
all reminding him that although courage comes from within
sometimes it comes from the gifts
of those we love and what they
leave behind to fill our souls
I Can Only Fight My Demons on Tuesdays
Wednesday won't work
too much weeping for lost love
Thursday thinks it deserves
something better
Friday frightens me
on so many levels
Saturday speaks of forgiveness
soothing my tortured spirit
Sunday sings a song of absolution
striking a balance in my soul
Monday is meant for mending
which makes it all worthwhile
A Hand in the Dark
sometimes
it's all we need
when everything
is unclear
when we are
at our darkest
moments
it can heal us
with a gentle touch
or lightly guide us
to a better place
sometimes
it's all we need
to admit
our imperfections
our vulnerabilities
no matter how hard
we try to deny
the messy things
in our life
sometimes
we learn about
our true needs
from the touch
of another
