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It’s 5.35am and the birds are singing in tune. The sky is still dark-ish so I guess the daily sleep is on. I no longer care if sleep comes at night or during the hours of light. It comes when I am ready, and nobody cares; either way.
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oil on finely chopped lumber
Tomorrow I will paint
Broad strokes on an empty canvas
My truths will be revealed
stories shared between friends
and us
hunger
There is no silence between my breaths / the mice / the mice are everywhere / breathe …. breathe / nibble,,, nibble,,, bleed / and the next mission …. compromised / the silence / your breast^H^Hth / I am scared / and hungry
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Moments
There were moments, and then there was paprika. In abundance both admirable, in pinches; bland. There were moments, and then there was nothing. An insufficiency of stimuli, in a moment that wasn’t.
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Congratulations! You’re a Webby nominee.
Tumblr is in the running to win a Webby (@webbys) for best community on the internet—and it’s all thanks to you. This is our eighth Community nomination. With your help, it can be our sixth win.
You’ve created some beautiful little communities here on Tumblr. You’re welcoming, you’re passionate, and if we must be honest, just the right amount of weird.
Where else on the internet are you going to find SKAM fans who translated each and every episode into English for those who don’t snakker norsk? What other platform is home to witchblr—the people who see the magic in everything, from emoji spells to crystal instructional guides. You are the community who got together for the first-ever virtual march—an online march for each and every person who was not able to physically attend a March For Our Lives rally. You are the people that host your own Tumblr prom every single year so no one feels left out. That’s because no one is left out here on Tumblr. Everyone is welcome.
You’re what makes Tumblr feel like home.
So go on and vote before the polls close this Thursday, April 19. We’re rooting for you.
We would be building even better communities if you (Tumblr) could be bothered to fix the issues we have reported in your apps!
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u
Sometimes I write for you, other times I write about you, but most of the time I write because of you
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Under her dark and clouded skies
the grass remain green
Under her dark and frowned brow
she still manage a smile
Under her dark and unwieldy imprint
she tells us how she really feels
A face not always portraying truth
her reality; multilayered
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It is not jealousy I feel inside
it is something more akin to envy
to see you grow up afar
to study and learn and then
to leap into the unknown
to a life awaiting
I envy you and your future ahead
as I contemplate that all I had
is already behind me
