There's A Place

Does anyone else get this really strong urge to hug their best friend? Like, not just, "Oh, I'd like to hug my friend now." It's, "I NEED TO HUG MY MOST FAVORITE HUMAN BEING IN THE UNIVERSE SO TIGHTLY RIGHT NOW OR I THINK I MIGHT DIE" Cause I feel like that all the time.

"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright."

-- Ernest Hemingway (A Moveable Feast)

Blackout Poetry #28

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the dowager countess violet crawley is everything I aspire to be

Welcome

Hello! (except it's not like, Hello!!!, it's Hello. with more happiness)

Welcome to my blog! I kind of just got tumblr on a whim because I was bored. I thought I might as well post things because why not?

As you might guess from my username, I like poetry and physics. I will probably post poems that I write and ones that I just like. I'll also try to be funny, post random thoughts, and occasionally geek out about things.

In addition to poetry and physics, my interests are science in general, books/literature, too many tv shows (with crazy fandoms) to list, musicals, space/nasa, dark academia, music (my taste is all over the place), math, hank and john green, running, etc. If you are interested in anything like this, you might consider following me! I like to think of myself as a pretty cool person. (cause I'm sure my opinion of myself will convince you) (I don't know maybe it will)

Also I like parentheses.

Anyway, I don't know how regularly I will actually post, but I will try to do it as often as I can.

Thanks for your time! Have a lovely day!

my tbr is sitting at 22 books right now, and I don't know how I'm ever going to read them all because I keep buying more and more and more and more and more

I love you:

The words I gave you

So you could tear me to pieces

Or hold onto me

I gave you my heart

So you could make it bleed

Or wrap your arms around me

I gave you my thoughts

So you could choose to destroy them

Or fill them

I gave you my life

So you could burn it

But you decided to save it

-- by me

You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

If you were coming in the fall

-- Emily Dickinson

“she lives the poetry she cannot write.”

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