#smthng

[pageofheartdj]

[slahsk]

привет, странные штуки  hi, strange things Vk loneti

[juliet789x-blog]

okay so you know in movies when there is a bomb somewhere and they have to keep the bomb from destroying half the city

nobody is ever evacuating the citizens and thats so unrealistic

like everytime an old bomb is found in my village half of the people have to leave their houses even if they are living 500m away and all that like 5h before they even start to do something with the bomb

[canesbian]

Im continuing to scream into a void but like does holtby realize there are Indigenous artists MANY of them in the community he just moved to? does he know there are PLENTY of Indigenous artists he couldve commissioned in DC for his mask there or does he only care abt Native art that settlers can attempt to replicate?

[shewhoseeksfreedom]

I most likely carry around with me

Stepping on the feet

Dancing to a pebbled hill

Drenched in fog

Stained with rouge

Past post present

Self indication

Somewhere within the truth

Of the feelings residing in the mind

Felt not heard

Imagined not dealt

Movements perceived by the mind

Obscured by memory

Obscured by past systems

Placed down on a puddle to float

Atop the mass holding itself together

By the weight of its mass

And the surrounding ideals

Clay hardened

Rips felt muscles burned

Tasks completed

Mind depleted

Pummeled by the night time

Relinquished in the daylight

Dispelled by the air blowing up the dust

The smell of dust brushed off of my skin

The concern of the brow

The string holding the mouth

Counting to 154

A few more distant dreams

Seconds spent separated from them

Popped into confetti

Shredded after I was told

To do so

It was precious reports

Making money to get by

Doubt felt in the car on the way home

Is this real

This stretch of daylight

These moments reached

Not touched

Not completely felt

I was inspired

By the light in the tone of

His words which spoke of a free movement

Of his mind

A distinct discernment of his dream

Reach

Not relinquished

Not let go

Not considered to be removed

From the foresight

Not let go

Not considered to be removed

Not to let go

Not to misplace

Furrowed brow

Misshaped minds eye

Squinting in place

Time and place

Disappointment

Of all that presents itself

Green shadow

And red light

Sticky misspelling of

My name one more time

Forget my name

Forget my distant desire

Oh harmony

My harmony

My inner harmony

My exterior

My hands

Fold into their place

In my lap

As I stretch my back

From hunching over

From allowing the swelling

To pour

Not a feeling that I’ve felt

Not a meaning that I’ve understood just yet

Misunderstood to the point of

Discouraging distant grounds of melange filled scorn

Your best friend is a better fit

Makes you smile more than me it seems in the moment

Pure jealousy

Pure discontentment

Pure disappointment

Dreaming of disappointed realities

Where I am never loved

Never held

Never felt deeply

Never spoken with soft resemblance

Without an utterance

My name heard has become foreign

Alone I feel

Distant I am

Performed at my best

Standing sternly in place

To make sure that you’re still there

Making sounds to see if they echo off of the walls

If I can make a ripple on the surface of you

Can I make it

Tears or joy

Or bitter sadness

I couldn’t tell

[luvgya98-blog]

#searching #or #smthng #wtbbn1ps #luvgya_abi_thakur

[luvgya98-blog]

#searching #or #smthng #wtbbn1ps #luvgya_abi_thakur

[vish-anya]

Терпение и детские блокнотики

Это мой первый пост и я решила выложить все свои мысли именно здесь, в сети, в которой нет никого из моих знакомых и я уж точно смогу быть самой собой.

Мысли о ведении блога у меня начались давно, но с чего начать я абсолютно не понимала и, возможно, не понимаю до сих пор. В любом случае я начинаю..

Сейчас на ум приходит как в детстве я заполняла первые странички своих блокнотов: меня зовут Аня, мне 20 лет, я учусь в институте... Хм, пора что-то менять! Что же сейчас интересно читать? Могу ли я быть интересна? Как разобраться с этим всем?

Стоит сказать, что планирую писать о своей жизни. О своей рутине. Идей накоплено много, значит настало время их воплощать в блог.

Я человек, который всегда, при любой неудаче, хочет опустить руки, НО никогда этого не делаю. Могу долго искать мотивацию и сегодня я нашла её именно здесь. Потребуется много терпения и труда чтобы не забросить это дело, как детские блокнотики. Это мой блог Tumblr. Начинаю наполнять его, чем хочу.