'alis volat propriis'

Meagan. <3 Misanthrope. Big dreamer in a small town. I have big goals and aspirations. I'm very ambitious. I will live in a big city, such as LA. I plan to attend college to be a Psychiatrist for prisoners on Death Row or an Anesthesiologist. My puppy- Baron is literally my life. :o) This is just a place where I express myself. Enjoy loviies. <3 None of these pictures are mine unless stated otherwise. x0xox0xo. I check out all of my followers blogs; if we reblog the same kind of stuff i'll follow back ! "My hate is general, I detest all men; Some because they are wicked and do evil, Others because they tolerate the wicked, Refusing them the active vigorous scorn Which vice should stimulate in virtuous minds."

[ashstfu]

propaganda i am not falling for:

always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.

beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines

pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact

beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art

sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity

treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins

[perfectfeelings]

“Don’t throw away your logic for an emotion you will feel temporarily.”

— Malanda

[living-in-poetry-deactivated202]

I’m staring to see that life is happening for me, not to me.

[escafeism]

Do I still remember you? Yes, I do. Every time the 21st of the month rolls around, every birthday you celebrate, whenever I pass that little cafe you loved, and even when I scroll through my camera roll. You’re there in every memory, even on those quiet, lonely nights when sleep finally finds me.

It’s funny how the smallest moments can bring you back, reminding me that you once lit up my world. And while these memories sometimes make my heart ache, they also make me smile, knowing that you’re still part of who I am.

[tellherium]

you are not safe for me (I came out unscathed) // july 2022

[tellherium]

Epitaph of a Wooden Spoon // in which time is both a woman and a desert and nothing can every truly disappear

(i love it when poems burst out of me)

[authenticity2025]

How someone reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life. blossomfully

[coquetteangelll]

[desactivemaintenant-deactivated]

[mandzzzzzzzzz]

that’s the real flex

[what-iz-life]

Being with someone who wants to learn about your past history, not to punish or hurt you, but to learn how you need to be loved

[what-iz-life]

You need to understand the difference between someone who actually values you and someone who just wants access to your energy, feed off your intense emotions, and take advantage of your generosity.

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint

[heartofmuse]

The darkest day, the haunting hour, the death that rises up to kiss me, buries me deep and my heart stops for an instant, so I can be reborn as the days lengthen. 

e.v.e.

[an-unlikely-poet]

Solstice

My favorite day of the year became a simple equation

The light only goes up from here

and while hibernation has a romantic notion about it, there is not enough sunlight for me to spend it on sleep

even through the window the day can take my breath away, and I’ll take my vows outside

because all good things begin in the light of day

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

If you hear people from my past speak of me. Keep in mind they are speaking of a person they don’t even know any more.

Unknown

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

Surround yourself with people who see your value, and remind you of it.

Unknown

[heartofmuse]

He was such a violent passion for her. It tore her apart, her peace, a ragged flag in the wind, her heart, a graveyard  of uncried tears, and unvoiced pains. He was the perfect combination of every cataclysmic force, peace and chaos kissing her at the same time. Who could survive that but who could not yearn for it either?, she often asked herself. How she wished she had never met him, and at the same time she could not imagine her life without him, God and Devil combined into one perfect package. 

e.v.e.