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ephmrlll · 1 month ago
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I refuse to tell her any of this. So I write it down on my notes app and post in on tumblr like anyone struggling in a homoerotic friendship does!
I wouldn’t call this a love letter. I think whatever I’m about to write is far from it. To write a real love letter, I’d have to love you. I can never love you like that because I respect the boundaries of what should and should not be. So, no. This is not a love letter. The sole purpose of writing this is to let go of every drop of hope I may hold somewhere deep in my heart.
You’re infuriating. You make the most tedious work easy. But you’re so grounded that I don’t end up floating aimlessly. How can you be such a contradiction? You’re funny, responsible, smart, dependable, and even a chef (calling you a cook would be an insult to your food). You don’t have it all, but you balance everything like you do. People find it scary, but I find it admirable. Would you prefer it that I found you scary?
In my personal opinion, you’re quite kind. Actually, you’re really kind. I wish it weren’t as overlooked. You empathize even when you say you don’t. I think it’s healthy to not dwell on shit that should not concern you, though. I don’t think that makes you unkind. You’re kinder than me. The love in your heart is bursting at the seams, and I can see it in everything you do. You’re a good person.
You’re really pretty. Annoyingly so. Gorgeous in any set-up. Femme or masc, it doesn’t matter what you do. I’ve always found you so beautiful, even before I had any sort of feelings. You’re not short in any department. Except for height, that’s the joke.
Is there anything else to say? Yes. Definitely. But, this is enough because there won’t be a next time. Too much is awkward because nothing would come from it. Too few is weird because why bother at all if that was the case? So, I’m settling for this. I hope you’re not curious about my name. This is an embarrassingly horrible letter. If anyone takes credit for it, they’re stupid and they didn’t write this letter.
You deserve the world.
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ephmrlll · 3 years ago
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my favorite poetry books (free PDF or epub)
the complete maya angelou
don't call us dead by danez smith
all the flowers kneeling by paul tran
time is a mother by ocean vuong
madness by sam sax
mayakovsky's revolver by matthew dickman
soft science by franny choi
thief in the interior by phillip b williams
ariel by sylvia plath
calling a wolf a wolf by kaveh akbar
together and by ourselves by alex dimitrov
not here by hieu minh nguyen
brute by emily skaja
post colonial love poem by natalie diaz
unaccompanied by javier zamora
prelude to bruise by saeed jones
howl & other poems by allen ginsberg
the big book of exit strategies by jamaal may
look by solmaz sharif
the crown ain't worth much by hanif abdurraqib
eyes bottle dark with a mouthful of flowers by jake skeets
finna by nate marshall
autopsy by donte collins
a place called no homeland by kai cheng thom
lunch poems by frank o'hara
lessons on expulsion by erika l sanchez
the new testament by jericho brown
said the manic to the muse by jeanann verlee
space struck by paige lewis
safe houses i have known by steve healey
the wound is a world by billy-ray belcourt
nature poem by tommy pico
owed by josua bennett
felon by reginald dwayne betts
come on all you ghosts by matthew zapruder
bluets by maggie nelson
life of the poetry by olivia gatwood
perennial by kelly forsythe
contradictions in the design by matthew olzmann
the big smoke by adrian matejka
peluda by melissa lozada-oliva
american sonnets for my past & future assassins by terrance hayes
king me by roger reeves
in a dream you saw a way to survive by clementine von radics
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ephmrlll · 3 years ago
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—thoughts;
It was breezy on the balcony that day. And, as usual, they sit. Waiting. Waiting for the thought of her to get away. Unlike the rest of the world, whose thoughts move a mile a second, theirs are still. Stuck. Stuck on one person.
A person whose hair is as dark as the sky they're staring at. A person whose eyes are cliches as they shine as bright as the lights on the construction crane nearby. Blinding. Distracting even. They try to think of anything else, but the tranquility of the night offers no help. They try to read a book; hoping it would create a ripple in the still water. But, alas, everything circles back to her.
They know it is useless to try and revert their thoughts. It's impossible when their mind can only focus on the most precious thing known to mankind. If mankind only consists of them, that is. They stop trying. They thought maybe one day they'd regret not cherishing these thoughts.
At least now, they can still remember everything so vividly. Her voice, her laugh, her awkward smile, and just every little thing she does. The way she scratches her ears when she's nervous. The way her face goes red at the slightest compliment; she was always bad at receiving them. Or how she was in such a mood in the mornings, not showing a single smile til after a cup of coffee.
They should cherish these thoughts. These thoughts won't stay as vivid years from now. As much as these thoughts act like salt to such a fresh wound, thoughts are all they have left. All that is left of her. It hurts to remember. Because, now, all the things about her, are only in their head. No longer are they able to see her bright eyes. No longer are they able to hear her laugh. And no longer are they able to make her red with a flood of compliments. They can no longer cherish her. Not in the way they want to cherish her. Not in the way she was supposed to be cherished.
At this thought, a tear finally escapes their eyes. It was clear. Only thoughts can remain. And one day, they too would fade.
— ikay, 2022
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ephmrlll · 3 years ago
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「Of course I love you.」
「it is my fault that you have not known it all the while. 」
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
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short stories
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