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I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

okay but if we, as a society, normalised writing poetry on the walls, wandering through old forests, having massive secret home libraries filled with books we've collected over the years, wearing medieval dresses and lying on the cool grass in a countryside on summer evenings.. daydreaming instead of worrying about chores and silly responsibilities; the world would've been a better place.

I want someone to run with under the rain, someone who wants to paint with me even if painting is not one of their best skills, I want someone to talk to about my favourite character and listening to them talking about theirs. I want someone to stargaze with. I want to share my favourite songs with them. I want someone who likes to talk about space, someone I can have deep conversations with. Someone to talk about art.

folklore songs wallpapers

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞/𝐮𝐬𝐞.

the worst thing about classical music, it's when you can't remember a piece's name, so you spend the day with "tandandan taranranran taranranran" playing your my head and i can't even research what's the name of the piece because there is no lyrics

// Tom Marvolo Riddle //

Distance on the old countryside. Away from the agony, the dread, and the soul devouring thoughts. Allowing the mind to cling to beautiful sights, crafts older than the world, and the sound of falling leaves.

Quarantined dark academia :

Looking out to the porch waiting for your order of books to arrive, reading till 4AM, lazy sips of red wine, black coffee in the late afternoon, burning candles on all day, mozart playing quietly while you sketch in your well-loved notebook, your favourite novels falling apart as you read them for the hundredth time, dressing in scarves and tweed jackets for your daily walks, missing museums and galleries and libraries .

Tea Time Emotiku

Monday, 10/24/2022, Grief

Nothing before God / Grief falls on the weary soul / We grow from this, too. © keefderpoet 2022