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"𝑴𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆".
-Claude Monet
“𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅.”
– 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 ⋆.˚
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ᨒ↟ Longing the Mountains ᨒ↟ ⋆｡°
August 21, 2024 Wednesday 🧚🏻♀️☾⋆˚˖° Dear Reader, To me, the mountains always feel homely wherever I am. They are my home in my heart. A home which feels as warm as a hug and as comforting as a touch that tells me everything will be alright. The mountains always teach me something new. It is this special connection for which the hills keep me alive. An invisible thread that makes me beholden to those bewitching hills binds us together. The foggy thickets in hilly regions pull me towards themselves as if they are drawing me home. I will always go back home - the place where I belong truly, not the chaos of city life, but the slow and serene life in the mountains. My soul feels hollow, whenever I am not in the mountains. My life seems to move aimlessly and my thoughts are always swirling around in my head, looking for a home, very far away from home, a home away from home, but still not being able to find the way back home. When is it time for me to go back home! Will I be going back home!? Once more, when can I come back? ⋆｡°ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ⋆˚
good night babe now i gotta daydream about living in a small bucolic village with my three cats and far away from anyone that might know me
I was just saying this in another reblog. Like actually tho. Life is gonna go on.
It's your choice whether you move with it or stay behind
Humans are obsessed with escapism - through movies, books, music, arts, daydreams.
Our souls really weren't made for this world.
Butane Games.
Sparks’ flame sets a fire to far purer days where we were quiet and naive, fulfilling all the requirements of the image they taught us to be
Time passes as we witness how we now behave, rebelling against the very systems that lead us to the pain we are now actively remedying
We clutch our fists and inhale anything that leads us to leaving this present space
These grand risks taken by minds ever idle are defiant acts created within the struggle that persists in the wake of a hypnosis leading us to our inevitable downfall We know enough to access our survival using each other to combat the tidal that leaves us gasping for the very air that has destroyed our souls all along
We are escaping the establishment in perfect places and hidden corners where we can be rendered invisible From basement make-out sessions to unified wild intoxication, we are on a grand mission to forget what we are all running from The truth is, it is the very same force that keeps us together Little do we know that this is what they wanted for us all along and our many footsteps into rebellion and escape keep us latched onto the pain they intend for us to feel
It is a losing game we willingly play, convinced we are winning the strategy they created Once again, we remain at the bottom, yearning for a different reality than the one we live in everyday
It is all a losing game
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Blue Serenity: Phase 0 Pure Life; Conditioned Into Darkness #5
written by Dan Roberts
i need a new hyperfixation
just know that if i see a white rabbit you probably won’t find me again in this lifetime
grown out
everyday, without fail, she’s here.
everyday. with a book in her hands,
everyday, she reads away beneath my leaves
whether my blossoming flowers slowly
trickle from my branches as the soft wind
hushes them into her perfect hair, causing her to sneeze, making me laugh,
or the strong greens of summer
engulf the sky above her,
shielding her
from quiet warm rains, or
golden leaves, bright oranges, loving reds,
drop upon her words, she picks them up
gently, so careful, as if they’re so precious
to her, as if every part of me is sacred to her,
even after it has abandoned me.
but she never does.
she never abandons me.
reading away at her pages, of love, passion,
kindness and courage, hopes of finding the
one, one day to share her life with,
drowning
in her reading, being absorbed in her life
as someone else, a character who to me
is unknown, as alas, i am unable to read.
i am able to just watch. watch her smile
drain from her face, her hair, scratched away
at my bark, her flawless skin growing paler
and paler everyday as she realizes she’ll
never live the life she lives while she’s under me
reading away, everyday, reading her books
fantasizing about her looks
getting caught onto hooks
until one day she doesn’t come.
she doesn’t read. i don’t know where she is.
has she left me? abandoned me?
she’s usually at my base, in a beautiful dress,
reading away and away everyday
like there’s no tomorrow, but then
tomorrow comes and she comes again too,
only now she’s not here. she isn’t sat where i would usually see her.
instead, others are. standing in her usual place, screaming, crying, desperately dropping
to the ground, on their knees, begging
to be dreaming.
it’s nice her family wishes to have had an imagination as vast as hers.
although one of my branches has been
feeling heavier than usual ever since
deep last night, in the bright
moonlight, when the stars became the leaves
of the sky and i was sat under the tree of the
universe.
they haven’t trimmed me in a while.
i must’ve grown out.
candles
light the candles
watch the flame flicker
don’t get too close
don’t get burned please
feel the warmth
the warmth of my heart
smell the scent
i can’t escape this feeling
Primrose
Everliving and Youthful
Your image that of Beatrice,
Heavenly, resembling of the days gone
But there is no regret up here, my Dear
Our likes sometimes Daft and Daredevil,
Yet Your presence to me never sufficient
As You are my life’s only elixir, my Dear
Death himself walked the Earth today and
Damned us both, my Dear
But I will never let go of You
Place Your faith in me as You pledge to me
The remainder of Your living moments
The Earth is crumbling at our fingertips, My Dear
My life mustn’t go on any further as I can’t
Bear Your absence
So I shall leave You with the kiss of Death,
For now.
May our fantasies end the plague, my Dear
And may You return to me
You always return, in Spring, kindred to
The Primroses that line Eden’s Garden
i love the beach so much, if there’s one thing i’m certain of in my life is that wherever and whoever i end up living up, it HAS to be by the beach. beach beach beach
One Broken Promise
My precious glistening dream
Yes, I know what this is.
The faint breeze between my hairs.
The fragmented shells washed up on shore.
The sand hugging my bare feet.
And as I inhale the scent of the sea,
I know this means goodbye.
Calais
your heart rushes. my eyelashes flutter.
you both love and hate the lace of
my gloves, hugging my fingertips -
undeniable elegance obstructing
your skin from touching
mine. although, you could say the same
for the rest of my attire.
but we both know actions speak
louder than words.