poeticpossibilities

"Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words."

[memeclassheroes]

[ninjapancake314]

[schrodingers-blursed-kitty]

@mama-germany

[jedi-valjean]

Move in together. Problem solved

[broadwaytheanimatedseries]

That witch hasn’t said a single word but im calling it now - Himbo.

Also yes move in together, platonically or romantically doesn’t matter, I’d watch the hell out of that wlw mlm solidarity fantasy sitcom anyway.

[susiephone]

A fair maiden knocks on the goth lady’s door and says she’s here to find love.

The goth sighs, points across the road and says, “Witch is over there. He doesn’t do love potions because consent but he might be able to make you prettier, although 90% of the time it turns out the spell didn’t do anything but make you more confident.”

The maiden blushes and sheepishly explains that she knows he’s the witch, she just talked to him and he sent her over here.

Goth looks over her shoulder to see the himbo witch standing outside his house giving her a grin and a double thumbs up.

[datable]

[uptional]

[doriantomybasil]

love confessed in broken english

from a broken heart

through a broken body

into the broken silence

[wizard0rb]

silent protagonist meetup

[drop-of-lime]

That Christmas Feeling That We Lost (Or Never Had), May Broomfield

[jareckiworld]

Tuesday Riddell — Midnight Magpies   (gold leaf, silver leaf, gold powder and paint on japanned board, 2021)

[relative-pronoun]

[mattholicguilt]

songs for when you have genuinely lost the plot

[nothingwithoutwords]

i turn my face when i see my reflection. how can i love a body that shelters me, yet makes me feel so alone?

-shelby leigh

[samueldeckerthompson]

I can feel the heat of your gaze,

it's like you've been staring me down for days,

burning through all my clothes,

going subterranean,

down to skin and bone.

From across the club

I can feel that heat,

I know it's finally time,

time for us to meet.

I highly doubt you'll be "the one",

but promise fills the air,

so I breathlessly

step towards our destiny,

saying a little prayer,

hoping the angels

find time

to care.

-Samuel Decker Thompson

[poeticpossibilities]

NEW MTG SET STREAM

Hey, all. My sibling is streaming the new set tonight and doing some drafts. It’s got a lot of cool stuff in it, so go check it out!

https://www.twitch.tv/raynecloudfall

[poeticpossibilities]

Rayne is trying out a new game today called Luck Be A Landlord. You should check it out as they try to defeat capitalism. 🤣 @raynecloudfall #streamer #stream #luckbealandlord #luckbealandlordgame #twitch #gaming https://www.instagram.com/p/CRhXqkApp-U/?utm_medium=tumblr

[weavingviolets]

books....aren't they our daily piece of magic?

[imude]

you— a sunset that lingers;

the hushed lights of dusk

that make me want to be a poet.

[ponderingcomplications]

And sometimes recovery doesn’t look like medications or therapy appointments or healing wounds and fading scars.

Sometimes it looks like wearing a seatbelt when driving a car

or hesitating before you cross the street.

It looks like breakfast when you remember to eat and by god, it’s okay if it has to be something sweet. (Chocolate chip muffins are my favorite treat.)

Sometimes recovery looks like remembering to shower even when the midnight hour is telling you it is too late,

and sometimes it looks like leaving at half past eight when your school or job started at seven.

Sometimes recovery looks more like hell than heaven but oh, there is brilliance in the way it shines,

it is more human and broken and less divine, but it is no less beautiful. (And I promise you it takes my breath away.)

Sometimes recovery is choosing to stay even after you’ve decided to leave, sometimes recovery is less joy, more grief, sometimes it’s agony, sometimes it’s relief,

and messy, by god is it messy.

But it is recovery.

And if all I can do is remind you that all recovery does not look the same,

And that you do not bear the blame if yours takes longer than others.

(Because there is no timeline to recover all that matters is that you just don’t give in.)

If you just let yourself stand again you will have already won the war, because recovery is deciding that you are worth fighting for

and you are, dearheart, you are.

Sometimes recovery doesn’t look like fading scars but it does look like you do today,

a quarter to nine, well past eight rushing because you are late

but your seatbelt is on and your favorite song plays on the radio.

[ponderingcomplications]

I still believe in gentle things soft and sweet, like a blue bird’s wings that lift and reach for the sky - how beautiful it is to be alive.

[fruitffish-deactivated20250218]

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