Sweetest Ramblings

I consider myself neither a poet nor a writer. Sometimes I happen to write and sometimes I happen to rhyme. But more times than not, I pour my words onto pages in hopes that I don’t drown in my own thoughts. | cls |
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"I really don't think anyone fully knows themselves. People are ever changing, it's impossible to say you know yourself when tomorrow your entire world can drop on it's head thereby changing your perspective. The best thing I can suggest is know your morals, know the things that make your heart sing and just follow it from there, sometimes it doesn't need to be anymore than that."


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Is Tumblr still Tumblr? It’s been a while.

  • Mar 15th, 2022
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You are wise.

It’s quite an interesting thing to read the words you’ve written during another time in your life, to get goosebumps… reading. your. own. words. It’s another thing all together when those words seem to make that bottomless pit of despair not so bottomless and give you hope of of reaching solid ground again. 

So, thank you wise, younger self. 

  • 06.15.18
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  • self help
  • self love
  • Jun 15th, 2018
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I’m trying my hardest to not act how I feel.

(via sexclution)
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  • Jun 15th, 2018
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My words–

they were embers…

left alone in the cold,

ne’er stirred;

Do I remember…

all the stories to unfold?

**

Turned to ash,

a mere memory 

of a past long ago;

cleared the cache–

forgotten reverie

time does outgrow.

— @sweetestramblings // 2018

  • 06.12.18
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  • time
  • Jun 12th, 2018
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Oh, hello there, old friend.

sweetestramblings
  • it's been too long
  • my once fiery words are naught but ash
  • I saw eagles in the wild Sunday
  • does anyone remember me?
  • Apr 11th, 2017
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his demons were stronger than her love

  • 6.15.16
  • don't want to remember
  • ARP
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  • Jun 15th, 2016
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I don’t have you.
I don’t have poetry.
I wander aimlessly.
Is this life after death?

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  • 6.11.16
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  • Jun 11th, 2016
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Just one of those days…

or, maybe, lives.

  • Jun 11th, 2016
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Not Meow, Baby

angelsmusings:

If my mind is Wonderland,
you’re the Cheshire Cat.
Appearing and disappearing
on a whim.
Leaving only
bits of fur on my hands,
the taste of catnip
on my lips,
and traces
of that mischievous smile
to taunt.

If not for the
hairball in my throat
I would suspect
you merely a dream.

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  • Feb 3rd, 2016
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Heart-y Extremes

angelsmusings:

I feel like my heart is either open, inviting everything in, or coated in titanium and encased in six feet of ice. 

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  • Jan 26th, 2016
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angelsmusings:

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  • Jan 26th, 2016
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‘Merica

‘Merica

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  • onesie
  • love
  • red white and blue
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  • Jan 26th, 2016
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today

  • winter
  • snow
  • blizzard
  • not really since I have to work tomorrow still
  • my pics
  • 2016
  • 1.22.16
  • original
  • Jan 22nd, 2016
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Our generation has lost the value of romance, the value of trust, the value of conversation. Sadly small talk is the new deep.

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  • Dec 3rd, 2015
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Fuck love and it’s bullshit.

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  • truth
  • fuck him
  • fuck love
  • fuck it all
  • ARP
  • 12.3.15
  • alcohol
  • Dec 3rd, 2015
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