Words Of Mine - Tumblr Posts
"I've been looking for you... next time warn me when you're going."
"You saw me going."
"You saw me?"
"Yes."
“I am a fool,” He muttered. “Being missed does not matter. Being the last one standing — the last man standing on the line between right and wrong — that matters.” | Tamlin, a ballad of thorns and roses chapter three | coming soon from positivelyruined
Psychopomp-ish’s Word of the Day
Whinge...an act of complaining.
I bet who created this word misspelled “Whine” and just doubled down on it.
ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏꜱᴛᴜᴍᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴀᴛʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴜʏ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴄᴀᴛʜᴏʟɪᴄ.
ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ. ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ᴏɴᴄᴇ. ᴀ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ɢᴏᴛ. ɪ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ.
ɪ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴀɪᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ. ʟɪᴋᴇ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴄᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇᴀʀ.
ɪꜰ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ɪᴛꜱ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ ɢʀᴀᴢᴇ.
me: oh my friend didn’t resoond to my message right away. they’re probably just busy and don’t hate me :)
also me:
Look not at the scars upon her neck, or the thundering bird against her breast. Look beyond the marker pens of life against her chiseled skin for between each bone lays therein an ocean of hope that lives within - hope for the rain that comes after the sun’s unending hums.
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #5 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )
Dear Reader,
You don’t know me and I don’t know you,I don’t know your story or what you’re going through.But I want you to know that You Are Not Alone.
No matter how how Lost,Alone,Broken,or Empty you feel.You Are Not Alone.And you don’t have to go through this Alone.
More than anything I want this blog to be a safe place where people can come and feel safe and loved.
So please know,if you’re hurting and feel like you can’t talk to anyone you Can come here.You Can talk to Me,even if all I can do is Listen, I Will.
Because I know what it’s like to feel Completely Broken and feel like I can’t tell anyone.
please don’t be in love with someone else
Never to forget - Moonbin
(This is very personal and kinda just for me. Read if you want.)
Hello Moonbin,
It's been 417 days since you joined the heavens.
Wednesday, April 19, 2023, was a dark day for many, but non-darker than yours.
In my life, there have been many celebrities who have passed away for various reasons, but your passing hit me the hardest.
I found you because of your best friend, Cha Eunwoo. He popped up on my Facebook feed advertising his K-drama "True Beauty."
He got me curious about K-dramas, and being an American, my exposure was limited.
After watching his drama, I learned he was part of a K-pop band, Astro, which led me to you.
You are the reason why I became Aroha. You are the reason why I explored the world of K-pop.
Now that I look back on it, that must have been sooo much pressure for you at your age.
That would be so much pressure for anyone. I applaud you for all of your strength.
I want to say I am sorry, as an Aroha, that I couldn't push for your label to take better care of you.
I hope you can look down from the heavens and see all of the Aroha, including me, who still love you.
Your smile lit up the hearts, souls, and stages around the world, and it still does as you shine on us from above.
You left this world too early, according to many, while I would agree... I wouldn't want you to suffer just to stay.
I still cannot listen to any of Astro's or MoonSan's music without getting emotional.
I am even crying while I write this.
I miss you.
We all do.
I know you are not far.
I know that you keep watch over your family, your bandmates, and Aroha.
Please know that we will all be okay.
You can rest now.
Forever and always,
Your Aroha
💜💜💜
The deepest scar
The deepest scar can't be seen/it is inside, living its own life/A world of its own, it rules the mind, skin alike/Scars they might be phyical or mental/Both hurt the same/After all the trauma it was deep/And something they never deserved/Something they never asked to see/Something that ended their happiness/Indeed.
~ nightskies-poetry
Here is another one of my poems :)
Death
Death can be beautiful too,
For every end has a beginning,
In life we endure.
In afterlife, we sit back and breathe.
No more we are limited to a mortal body,
Our souls are forever immortal.
With no skin to get hurt,
We are immune to every disease.
Alive for an eternity.
~ nightskies_poetry
A gentle breeze blew away her ashes,
While her soul fought with strong winds.
May she rest in peace and
live in eternal joy and glory.
~nightskies-poetry
The latter 6 months of the year are >>>>
And the light in your eyes holds the brush, never letting the colours fade from my crestfallen canvas of a heart.
"Worlds apart" by @_.nightskies
Time has its way of playing, Playing many tricks, a human can never fathom or defeat and live.
— "let fate decide" by Niraja Ghatak
I feel that as writers we think and feel a great deal of emotions, the thoughts just never seem to stop filling into the mind and that is what makes us writers, poets and creative human beings in a nutshell. It is the fuel for our minds to create art, it is our greatest blessing and our greatest curse. Why curse you might ask? Because when you feel, you get hurt. It is a fuel that never runs out just like pain. There is beauty as well as a great deal of pain that resides in poetry.
— random thoughts by @_.nightskies
I hear the seconds as they slip out from beneath me. It’s not the tick of a clock I hear, but the time itself. I am acutely aware of each moment that falls from my fingers, and I grieve equally for each one. When will it stop? When will my life be my life? When will I be able to stop reaching out for the seconds as they run the other way? I can’t remember a time where it wasn’t too late. When I was born, was it already too late? Or did I miss it all? I think I grasped the concept of time just right after I needed to, and now as punishment, it will never cling to me as I want it to. I hear the hum of time, always, in the back of my mind. Time sings to me? No. Time taunts me.
falling in love, falling apart.