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With all my passionate intensity,

Denise Levertov, from The Complete Poems of Denise Levertov; “Ways of Conquest,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

#* —— MUSINGS. ` she wants something that doesn’t exist. she wants something to counter hopelessness.#* —— QUEUE. ` following an empty night came a kind of dawn.

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My longing for the past is deeper than words.

Tao Yuan-ming, tr. by Burton Watson, from “Matching a Poem by Secretary Kuo,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

#* —— MUSINGS. ` she wants something that doesn’t exist. she wants something to counter hopelessness.#sonia longs very strongly for her past....lady windemere safe especially but just generally the security she had #and she feels guilty for wanting smth that was so terrible for others and her brothers but....#* —— QUEUE. ` following an empty night came a kind of dawn.

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You threw yourself in front of the fear and stopped it with your body –

Margaret Atwood, from “The Tent,” originally published c. February 2006 (via violentwavesofemotion)

#* —— MUSINGS. ` she wants something that doesn’t exist. she wants something to counter hopelessness.#* —— QUEUE. ` following an empty night came a kind of dawn.

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Her soul was brave and dark. Her eyes were full of courage.

Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from Selections; “Finally, The Party At Rach,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

#* —— MUSINGS. ` she wants something that doesn’t exist. she wants something to counter hopelessness.#* —— QUEUE. ` following an empty night came a kind of dawn.

don’t panic, don’t panic, you’re okay ---

#mun art.#* —— SONIA. ` yet from rock bottom i can still see the stars.

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#my favourite band....#* —— SONIC. ` hope is the only thing stronger than fear.#* —— MANIC. ` strength is bone & heart deep.#* —— SONIA. ` yet from rock bottom i can still see the stars.#* —— QUEUE. ` following an empty night came a kind of dawn.

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The keyboard in her hands trembles; but she can’t be faulted for that. Her hands tremble, too, after all. The tones that flow from the instrument are steady and sure and familiar — melancholy, but safe.

She’s loneliest on days like this. Celebration all around her, new friends ( ? ) joyous and beloved, and she’s —— alone. They would invite her, she imagines, out of kindness. But it doesn’t feel right. She misses her friends — from her world. She misses her brothers so deeply she can barely breathe around it. She misses, simply and deeply. For once, isolation seems the safer option. Being near the others would just remind her of what it is she’s been forced to leave behind. Being around Sonic, who she loves like the world / who barely knows her ——— that would be worse.

“So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do — see, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue.” Her voice is low and only half - there. This isn’t the kind of music she normally plays or the music she normally sings, but she can’t summon the energy for her usual. “Anyway — the thing is, what I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen ———”

#uvu #open tag tba.#* —— VERSE : MODERN. ` lost to time.

The keyboard in her hands trembles; but she can’t be faulted for that. Her hands tremble, too, after all. The tones that flow from the instrument are steady and sure and familiar --- melancholy, but safe.

She’s loneliest on days like this. Celebration all around her, new friends ( ? ) joyous and beloved, and she’s ------ alone. They would invite her, she imagines, out of kindness. But it doesn’t feel right. She misses her friends --- from her world. She misses her brothers so deeply she can barely breathe around it. She misses, simply and deeply. For once, isolation seems the safer option. Being near the others would just remind her of what it is she’s been forced to leave behind. Being around Sonic, who she loves like the world / who barely knows her --------- that would be worse.

“So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do --- see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue.” Her voice is low and only half - there. This isn’t the kind of music she normally plays or the music she normally sings, but she can’t summon the energy for her usual. “Anyway --- the thing is, what I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen ---------”

#* —— VERSE : MODERN. ` lost to time.#i dont have an open tag because i keep forgetting 2 make one but this open #give me sonia angst cowards #:gun: reply 2 this or ur a gamerphobe