cashel.

[lohver]

stop reconnecting with toxic people from your past because you’re lonely. focus on getting better and attracting better.

[poemsonmars]

you told me that daisies

are your favorite flower

and i had to fight the urge

to plant a bouquet

of them in my lungs.

i want to cough up

petals and stems

when you smile at me.

i want to be so full of

your favorite things

that i forget how to breathe.

-mars

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.

[ronandreams]

erin lecount, sweet fruit

[leatherwingsinc-deactivated2015]

[caluummhood-deactivated20140506]

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

[jamesjoeboyleeeee-deactivated20]

the first post ever on tumblr

[powerpuffsposts-deactivated2025]

I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK

[kpopdotexe-blog]

WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[adulthoodisokay]

like actually though. i’m in AWE of the notecount.

[poemsonmars]

when i say hello

what i mean to say is

how are you

and when i say how are you

what i mean to say is

i miss you

and when i say i miss you

what i mean to say is

i love you

and when i say i love you

what i mean to say is

i wish that i didn't

-mars

[djiebdisbdisndnd]

Fools’ Games

I am tired of being the fool.

I am tired of being the used.

I am tired of being the hurt.

I am exhausted.

Tired of trusting, of opening up and being vulnerable, being weak.

The price of being suggestible and tossed around like I mean nothing.

I’m not worth staying, I’m not worth being loved, I’m not worth being cared about.

No one gives a damn.

I am not deserving.

The price I’d pay for someone to not leave me in the dust.

People are a never-ending cycle of eventual pain and disappointment.

This is why I’m the fool.

I play this game of no winning,

Falling over and over again for its twisted cards.

The game of life is cruel and sick.

In this game of life, being hurt is inevitable.

Once you push others away so they cannot harm you,

The loneliness kicks in and you’re suffering even more.

Sometimes to escape the misery is to no longer play.

Playtime’s over, I am not a fool, I refuse.

[forbearing]

thank you anais nin

[lena-oleanderson]

blood in side wounds and other poems

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the epilogue

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the afterword

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the afterword: after Sylvia's "I am, I am, I am."

[threewordusername]

in between life and death

d.b.a

[metamorphesque]

I Capture the Castle, Dodie Smith

[metamorphesque]

Absolute Lyricism, E. M. Cioran (translated by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnston)

[primulaceas]

Alejandro Zambra, Ways of Going Home (translated by Megan McDowell)

[primulaceas]

Natalie Diaz, “Snake-Light.” Postcolonial Love Poem

[primulaceas]

Delmore Schwartz, from “Baudelaire”