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The tragedy of the moon and the tides
The world pities the sun and the moon,
as if tragedy belongs to them alone—
as if they do not meet in the quiet hush of dawn,
as if they do not linger in the haze of dusk,
letting light stretch across each other’s skin.
Even when they part, they leave traces—
gilded echoes on waves,
soft silver sighs in the dark.
They entwine—
wrapped in the quiet shadow of an eclipse.
But no one mourns the tides and the moon
No one speaks of how they rise,
how they ache forward, again and again,
only to be left behind.
The moon calls, and the tides answer.
Not once, not twice, but always—
a silent devotion, a desperate reach.
closer, closer, never close enough.
Just longing—eternal, unbroken.
A love that never lingers,
only reaches.
The moon and the tides
Forever apart. Forever reaching.
@bylerfiles new poem yay
i love love LOVE poems about the moon, since i like to stare at it at night. i've written my fair share, too! but i love how you put the sun in with the moon because the moon is often shown as a solitary body and is a symbol of yearning, kinda.
obviously, this is also very yearning, but at least this time, the moon isn't yearning alone.
This poem is more about the moon and the tides because the tides rise due to the moon's effect on gravity and so it reaches the moon it happens every night but they keep reaching. Moon and sun they meet at eclipse but the tides and the moon they never meet they just have to keep reaching
yeah, i got that AFTER i reblogged, i'm so sorry my brain is absolutely fried today, it was rough asf with the 3 hours of exam writing i had to go through 😭😭😭
Of course not i too am exhausted after my finals but they got over recently so I am relieved.
mINE END ON THE 4TH BUT THEN I HAVE COLLEGE ENTRANCE TESTS 😭😭😭
Reblogged somewiseoutthere
Thinking about this sign again now
As it relates to this one
And the way this means they of course don't currently intend to kill Steve.
And the threat of "pay us or we won't write what we currently intend to"
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The tragedy of the moon and the tides
The world pities the sun and the moon,
as if tragedy belongs to them alone—
as if they do not meet in the quiet hush of dawn,
as if they do not linger in the haze of dusk,
letting light stretch across each other’s skin.
Even when they part, they leave traces—
gilded echoes on waves,
soft silver sighs in the dark.
They entwine—
wrapped in the quiet shadow of an eclipse.
But no one mourns the tides and the moon
No one speaks of how they rise,
how they ache forward, again and again,
only to be left behind.
The moon calls, and the tides answer.
Not once, not twice, but always—
a silent devotion, a desperate reach.
closer, closer, never close enough.
Just longing—eternal, unbroken.
A love that never lingers,
only reaches.
The moon and the tides
Forever apart. Forever reaching.
@bylerfiles new poem yay
i love love LOVE poems about the moon, since i like to stare at it at night. i've written my fair share, too! but i love how you put the sun in with the moon because the moon is often shown as a solitary body and is a symbol of yearning, kinda.
obviously, this is also very yearning, but at least this time, the moon isn't yearning alone.
This poem is more about the moon and the tides because the tides rise due to the moon's effect on gravity and so it reaches the moon it happens every night but they keep reaching. Moon and sun they meet at eclipse but the tides and the moon they never meet they just have to keep reaching
yeah, i got that AFTER i reblogged, i'm so sorry my brain is absolutely fried today, it was rough asf with the 3 hours of exam writing i had to go through 😭😭😭
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The tragedy of the moon and the tides
The world pities the sun and the moon,
as if tragedy belongs to them alone—
as if they do not meet in the quiet hush of dawn,
as if they do not linger in the haze of dusk,
letting light stretch across each other’s skin.
Even when they part, they leave traces—
gilded echoes on waves,
soft silver sighs in the dark.
They entwine—
wrapped in the quiet shadow of an eclipse.
But no one mourns the tides and the moon
No one speaks of how they rise,
how they ache forward, again and again,
only to be left behind.
The moon calls, and the tides answer.
Not once, not twice, but always—
a silent devotion, a desperate reach.
closer, closer, never close enough.
Just longing—eternal, unbroken.
A love that never lingers,
only reaches.
The moon and the tides
Forever apart. Forever reaching.
@bylerfiles new poem yay
i love love LOVE poems about the moon, since i like to stare at it at night. i've written my fair share, too! but i love how you put the sun in with the moon because the moon is often shown as a solitary body and is a symbol of yearning, kinda.
obviously, this is also very yearning, but at least this time, the moon isn't yearning alone.
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mike wheeler gay allegations are never going away idgaf because wdym these are real quotes from the show
"i care for you so much." "care. but you don't love me anymore?" "who said that i didn't?"
"the truth is, when i stumbled on her in the woods, she just needed someone."
"you're blind, blind because you like that a girl's not grossed out by you."
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Pour one out for #bald mike wheeler.
bald mike nation, gather 'round.
Reblogged shadowyyyidk
since april fool’s day is tomorrow i would like to remind everyone that my entire existence is a massive joke
