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someone pick me up at 3AM and have night adventures with me

also can we summon demons and eat noodles and possibly blast my playlist while driving to nowhere in particular and if we feel like it can we get our skateboards and go to the park and when we get tired of skating we can get sushi or lasagna and find a hill to lay our skateboards on to use them as tables for our meal and gaze at the lights of the city and stars as we tell each other our dreams, our most precious memories and our most embarrassing moments if u get tired u can lay down on my lap and ill graze through ur hair and ill let myself be vulnerable with you at that moment and that is very important to me because im never vulnerable infront of anyone and when we’re ready we’ll go finish our adventure off by going to a haunted spot and do things we’re not supposed to do and just feel the adrenaline,feel alive, feel something. feel infinitive.

i run and i skip between these fragile bones only to end up carving the same path that was already hidden to us by the historians

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There's no reason for any character to be a cop like was Nancy Drew a cop? Naur she was just nosy as hell and I respect that

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Was Scooby and the gang ringing up the police?? No bc Fred and Shaggy were dodging the draft

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am i ur biggest tumblr crush yes or yes

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kimse kalmamış..

must there always be this rage. must there always be this storm. out and about, roaming the mystic forests living in a humble cottage i believe is a chance for me. the weeping willows sway in the gentle breeze. all shades of pink can be found wrapping each day's sunset. the water is abundant and it is enough for all of us. all forms of the raw being is accepted. kittens roam the sunflower fields and await news of their unborn siblings. their mothers providing for them what is already found.

where the waves never crash but always roar. the melody reminding us of what is alive but stable. heard but quiet. the rain does not come to wash us away but to provide us nurture. there is no race among us and everyone has a seat at every table. all our hearts survive for they are meant to blossom and not chip. our hair is long and filled with energy. energy which we gain in just being. being us. being here. being together. let us be us.

#poem #creative writing #writing #vent

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i get those straight men who talk about being on the grind and they're just eating a salad or something

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tanhuceline

me.

first it was war cries. then it was the cries of my parents. they screeched so high it was all i could remember and associate my childhood with. now its the silence of my cries that i cant bear with. how is it that my voice is often gone and carried by the wind. is it that unimportant? will everyone halt at the sound of it if ever heard? why wont they even validate my cries? has the mask melted into my face? because if so its paining my skin deeply.

You shall not invalidate me. You have no right to berate me. You will not mock me. You do not get to disrespect me nor cross my boundaries. You do not get to decide if i take offense or not.

You hold your old hand me down amulet up as an antique that is priceless. You claim that it is the only one of its kind. I can scream too. I have a voice too. You dont get to choose it for me. I choose to keep my vital organs where they belong. I will not let them spill blood for all to see in display. You do not know me. You do not know me. You do not know me. I am an artist at soul. You will look through my assignments but you will not look through my work.

You do not know me.

#supernatural #vent #writing

i deserve and need so much more