Welcome to my Nest

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[wrentalks]

Okay let's try this.

I'm Wren. I needed a nest for all the words that don't fit anywhere else.

If you're curious, look for the tag #wrentalks and please, be kind.

[hajima-7]

as the snake sheds her skin 🐍🩸

c0mm i did of Dafni and Eirini, from M G Katsibouri's upcoming book!

[thecollectibles]

Virgo by Artem Chebokha

[wrentalks]

If I could say it loudly smiling singing I would say: YOU are the purest beauty! But I can't because of course I'm at loss of words, of thoughts, of myself when I see you. And you, you can't just participate in such beauty You your features and moves, you are the secret imprint of Loveliness.

[vanessagillings]

Oh, to be a tiny mermaid to escape the heat

[solostinmysea]

So, all things end, right? Like Hozier said, and I refused and fought against this very simple truth with all I had, until I didn't have anything anymore. And after that, I sat inside those endings, clinging to them, and I cried, I cried, I cried, until the tears also ended. Until I was empty and there was only a black void, with nothing to grasp anymore, nothing to fight for, nothing to cry for.

And then. I realized that I was still alive. And some of the things that ended were still alive too, so... I went on. Eventually, while I was living, new things happened. New beginnings. New tender sprouts.

It seems an happy ending, but actually, that's when I realized how much I've changed.

I don't want new beginnings, they scare me deeply. When something new starts, I don't dive in it, happy and with my whole heart open, like I did my whole life. My heart stays safely guarded. And when something begins to fade, as expected, I don't fight for it anymore. I let it fade, with nothing more than a sigh. Tears haven't come back still. Will they?

If everything must end, then what's the point?

And I know the drill, I've been in therapy long enough. If I close myself up to avoid sorrow, I will avoid also happyness - but see, that's the point. I don't want happyness either. It's intoxicating, full of pleasure, it moves mountains, it builds worlds, it makes you feel alive in a way that doesn't hurt for once, and then. Then it brings the deepest sorrow you've ever experienced. They are tied, it's inevitable. So no, I don't want happyness either, no thanks.

I know this wasn't the lesson I was supposed to learn. I know I missed the point spectacularly.

But still. This is where I am now. A quiet nothing and easy, harmless interactions are what I seem to need right now. I'm still so very tired. Happyness, love, anger, desire, sorrow, desperation, they all require so much energies, I don't have them anymore. I'm not sure I will ever get them back, but at this point it really doesn't matter anymore.

[rain-rainynights]

perhaps my soul knows it is made of rainy nights and that's why my heart falls for the ones made of sunlight

[thertg]

our light fed their stars

as the heavy weight of rain

dragged us out to sea.

—RTG

[ashesinverses]

Candles glow

once a year,

flickering before my eyes,

while I wish

to be someone else.

Icing,

an idiotic costume,

for numbers that rain down on me,

every day.

[wrentalks]

I'm not big on loving anymore, but you should have seen me back then.

[wrentalks]

And I think that this lack of attentions this silence is the best vengeance. When your seeds are lies and deceptions you harvest poison and solitude.

[quietdissidentlyricist]

It’s the last day of June

I’m telling the truth

But if you reblog tomorrow

July…

…

(Have a silly summer couplet, if you like)

[enchantedbook]

"Hermia and Lysander" (1870) by John Simmons, from Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night's Dream

[solostinmysea]

Strawberry Moon and the sunset.

[poppiesandpromises]

There's so much magic

Etched into mundane moments

Dripping in stardust

Indigo skies bleed silver

Wonder sewn into my skin

[the-silent-troubadour]

there’s

a strawberry moon

full and bright but with more of a tint of orange than red

i was hoping to see her robed in bright white clouds

oh

but i’ll take her beautiful face

over all the others

[the-silent-troubadour]

strawberry moon…js

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