Hiraeth

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[azaraspirit]

what the hell? i could use some luck *hits reblog*

[i-love-you-beautiful]

You know what I could use some luck

[moth-wingman]

Hey, why the hell not, good luck people 👍

[mylittlezepher]

I’m so tired of being here. I want to go home. But where is my home.

[neurodivergenttales]

I feel like I’ve been homesick my whole life for a place that I’ve never found

[adharagranley-writer]

"it didn't affect me" *writes poetry*

[pomegranatechrysanthemum]

[fairuzfan]

Nomad esims are needed!!!!

[perfectquote]

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[lucidloving]

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[poisonedhues]

What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person.

John Green

[poisonedhues]

Why don't we talk anymore?

And I'm probably being dramatic, but was our friendship really that plastic? That the bond broke so quickly and now my messages to you are left on seen Was distance all it took for it to lay dead? Was it something I said? Was it something I didn't?

[poisonedhues]

She's just a little anxious

Canon event catastrophe self-loathing with a hint of poetry Armored down, buckled up for something she could've never foreseen

Plastic smiles start feeling real and good intentions start feeling cruel

Paranoia is in the air, it's panic attacks galore, It's the season of sadness, and I'm deserted forevermore.

[poisonedhues]

Why can't the world just leave him alone

No one ever seemed to care about what he wanted, and that wasn't fair. Because he existed too much. He felt too much. He cared too much. But no one gave a fuck. They were busy watching his dreams get crushed. So he packed his bags and traveled far, to a place he'd loved from the bottom of his heart. But they came there too, they destroyed his home, and now he was lonely, with nowhere to go. The world still wasn't satisfied, so they made him despair until he cried. And no one heard what the boy had said, as they killed the child and birthed a man instead.

[poisonedhues]

I don't like the idea of fate

We break like promises, we shatter like hearts, we make mistakes like children until it tears us apart

Our laughter is like magic, our smiles, like glimmering quartz We fly high up in the sky, and glitter like the stars

We are assigned emotions, and we feel them to perfection We grow apart and come back together, like twin shooting stars on their way to a collision

Is this all even real? or just a glorified version of fate? otherwise, it would only be cruel, like something I could grow to hate

I don't want to be a puppet, or a character in a play I don't want to feel like everything is rehearsed and that I will find out the truth about it someday

Is the Three Fates that make me self-sabotage? Or is it just me as of late, A girl who can't handle her scars?

[poisonedhues]

Iridescent

I guess we're all colors in a way, changing colors as we may And I guess that makes us both blind liars, The pink that's dusting our cheeks refuses to be a little hues brighter

And maybe I choose to be oblivious to that smile, I'd die for Because I don't want to make it obvious How I'll always be there for you at any hour

Because if you don't like me the way I like you my iridescent will turn into a permanent blue

And maybe it suits you to be in the limelight your iridescent ever alive and as the Sun's rays fall upon you, at just the right angle, you change your colors again and by them, I'm blinded, strangled.

[poisonedhues]

Great

I'll never be great, never have been I'll never have stars in my eyes or glitter on my skin

I'll never be visible under the invisible spotlight I'll forever be camouflaged in the dark, dark night

I'll never be able to soar, I'll never be able to fly, I'll never be fast enough to beat the passers-by

I'll never be grateful I'll never be important Thinking of me would make their minds go dormant

I'll never be a fond memory, I'll never be a treasure, I'll never be the diamond whose worth cannot be measured

I'll never be a prodigy, I'll never be a myth, Unspottable and made-up, I was never great to begin with

I'll never be great, I'll always be me, because that's all I am, and it's all I can be.

[poisonedhues]

It is said that power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. It is not so simple. Power doesn’t corrupt, it simply unveils. The hidden character of a man remains what it is. Whether in power or not. Power just brings it all out in the open. Why? Because a powerful man thinks he can get away with it.

-Amish Tripathi

[poisonedhues]

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You flash your fake friend smile It's the one I saw coming from miles And I just know you're doing this because you want something from me

You come over to where I'm sitting, And I'm right here and I'm wishing that you'd go as soon as you came, And leave me be.

Is this how it's going to be? Will I always be the side character in this story?

I really wish we could have been friends But you only come to me when you want help Like I'm some backup plan That works when nothing else does

Walking on the pavement, with you and a bunch of other 'friends' And I'm at the back, all alone, You make me feel oh-so-replaceable

Is this how it's going to be? Will I always be the unwanted character in this story?

And I decide, every time, after you've left me alone and crying That I'm never letting you in again, How will I recover from that?

But then many moons later You approach me, sweeter than ever, And my resolve comes crumbling down, Now here I am, feeling like crap

Is this how it's going to be? Will I ever be a character in your story?