#[poet]

[vampiregirlsblog]

Exactly.

[mellblogss]

I look for you in my dreams

[strokeofserenity]

Louise Glück, “Landscapes.”

[fragmentosadolescentes]

No he dejado de amarte, pero no quiero, ni pienso en correr a buscarte.

Moon dark

[rotinmycore]

this is not a house of God.

[callherwylder]

I helped you lay a strong foundation,

stone by stone, until it stood tall.

When I sought shelter, you asked,

"Where is your own?"

I am the builder, not the walls.

[dreamer-but-realist]

[yan-yangs]

the poppy war study playlists bc im literally studying for a big exam which will be held on march

[almostsomewheremaybe]

sempre per ti

you're someone someone always wants but for me someone I want always

[literary-lesbianism]

Alone

My friends are all going out drinking.

Alone in my room, I’m just thinking:

What if I never am part of the crowd?

Too awkward for parties, the music’s too loud.

Alone on the playground, I’m back in third grade.

That’s just who I am; this is how I was made.

[oldschool-romantic]

The Poet and the boy (2017)

[fluffyydumplings]

IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD

If the world was ending right now

I’d hug you until I crush your bones

Because if my life flashes before my eyes

I would have liked to know that I still managed to engrave flowers of my love onto the dying flesh of your soul

It’s selfish

But once I’m gone

I’m nothing better than the fish swimming endlessly in a swirl of muddy puddles with nowhere to go

Aimlessly looking for a way to live even when life is no more

I’m nothing but the desires of my flesh and the sins that my soul has left my body with

And what better way to live even when I’m dead

But with the traces of my heart on your bones

To mark the reminder of our love

Or mine?

You could crush my bones too…

The world is ending darling..

Nothing matters anymore…

That’s kind of morbid

I’m hearing it now

But isn’t the world ending.. just the same damn thing

If the world was ending

I’d want to talk to you once last time

I wouldn’t talk about how much love I have for you

Or how all the stars in the skies are placed directly in the crevices of your heart

I would talk to you about how to make cupcakes

And how you still haven’t returned that food container I lent you last December

I would talk to you about the most mundane things that a being can talk about

Because if you think about it flowers are just particles that we happen to see

Yet they manage to hold stories of a million words

Stepped on by a man who was in a hurry on his way to work

Ignored

Plucked by a lady who hasn’t been visited by her children for years

Adored

Torn apart by the hands of a child who has just failed his test

Wasted

Think of it my darling

If the world were to end right now

What good is me telling you I love you

When my love lies in knowing how you’ve missed the bus today

When my love lies in knowing how the food at work was too salty for you today

My love for you is like a bookmark that sits between the pages of a book

Sometimes trapped between two boring pages

Sometimes trapped between the ending of a chapter

Sometimes trapped in the climax of a story

Sometimes wedged between simple words ‘like’ the or ‘nice’

Sometimes wedged between words like ‘love’ and ‘joy.’

You can’t say the moments that we have spent wasting our lives together in simply talking about the shape of the clouds

Is any less than the moments that we have celebrated

Whether it be our love or our triumphs

Because the little moments of joy that we look over are paper cranes in a glass jar

A single moment of joy is just a single crane that stands small in the horizon

But when pilled up

A colourful mess is everything

Our colourful mess is everything

A beautiful sky is made up of thousands of colours

Even a murky brown or simple beige plays a part in curating magnificence

So.. if the world was ending right now

Let’s not focus on the glass jar

Let us fold a single crane

And make it a pretty one

Because

If the world was ending right now

I would wish for nothing but a few more minutes for me to complain about doing laundry with you

I would wish for nothing but to be able to count all the freckles on your face

I would wish for nothing but to be able to steal the blanket from you as you push me off the bed

Because darling.. what if tomorrow we’re just a memory that no one remembers anymore

Because darling love is nothing special

Isn’t that love?

Familiar

Precious

Worth thinking about the end of the world for?

[strokeofserenity]

“Is this all you? Mysterious and lucid, present and absent at once”

Mahmoud Darwish, “Lose One of Your Stars.”

[thepretzelmemos]

my hair has grown to shoulder length / i see now / i see the beauty he saw in me

[spoiledsunflowers]

On Choosing to Recover

It's A Wonderful Life // Boy Meets World, Shawn Hunter, 6x13 // The Princess Diaries by Carrie Fisher // 3mjaethe4rtist on instagram // Songs A Siren Won't Sing by Cameron Beck // 28 by Zach Bryan // Popp Butterfly Conservatory, Oneonta, New York, Summer by Neil Hilborn.