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Shit Slytherins Say: #254

Ok no offense, but some of us *looks pointedly at self in mirror* need to fucking chill

on soulmates

f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok

LIGHTS AND SHADES

All the Polaroids

Once lit with fairy lights,

Now stay in a box,

With not a ray of light.

Love,

just like photos, will surely fade

So I pulled up my walls

And hide behind it's shade.

(29.10.20)

Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus: First Part (XXV) (tr. J.B. Leishman)

And in the centers...

Reblog, Reblog, Reblog , cause I love this thread!!! 😂😂

Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

the books I’ve read all make up the tiny pieces of my soul; to read them is to read into my heart

ENCHANTED 💫

My past took me for granted

Then you held my hand and enchanted.

I realised magic isn't about pixie dust

But in the heart of people we trust.

(04.11.20)

SCRIBBLE AND SCRATCH

With a cup of tea, a pen, and my book

I sat to write at my favorite nook.

Head filled with voices trying to get out,

And a heart humming with tunes of doubt.

I scribble, and scratch then my words fade,

As I suppress the thoughts that make me afraid.

So I go back to the books that give me relief.

To find my answers within someone else's grief.

There are many problems within these books.

And in that world, solutions aren't mine to look

Within worn-out, annotated, and yellow pages,

I forget my fright as I did for ages.

Soon I'm drawn back to my nook

Holding on to empty pages of the notebook

I scribble, and scratch but the words don't fade

For I've let my thoughts out of its shade.