#exerpts from a book i'll never write

[awhisperamongechoes]

It’s okay. Maybe I just wasn’t made to be loved.

[oxfordelise]

When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What's heaven to a woman's love anyway? What's God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that's a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone's right about us and we're sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what's God to a woman's love anyway? What has heaven got that I can't find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?

[frost-writes-stuff]

As their lips touched for the first time, they both felt a surge of electricity through their bodies. It felt like being struck by a lightning, in the most beautiful and romantic way. He felt a warm wave embracing him, the feeling of belonging to someone. And she felt lightheaded, butterflies fluttering in her stomach, heat rising up and flushing her cheeks.

It was everything they could ask for, everything they could have dreamed of. That very first kiss that only lasted a few short seconds, just their lips touching each other in the most tender way, was the real beginning of their story. Those short few seconds had felt like eternity to her, and she never wanted it to end. After all, it was him who'd surprised her with the kiss. And it was also him again who broke the kiss. "Good night. It was fun. I'd love to do it again soon," he'd smiled. And by gods, that smile melted her heart. She smiled back, drunk with love and joy, "Yeah... Yeah, me too."

[heartoflesh]

You weren't my first love. But you were my first real love. It hurts that much because I thought this was it for me. I thought you were my end and my beginning. I thought that I could finally lean into it. You were the first person I imagined life with. We made promises that I intended to keep. Yes, it hurts that much because it was you and me and it was real.

Excerpts from a book I'll never write, William

[suhyla]

Yes, sometimes pain comes unexpectedly. But sometimes joy does too. When you let things flow and learn to release control, you find everything falling exactly where it’s supposed to.

— suhylawrites on instagram

[soulfulreverie]

[sayoteacup]

I see magic in a lot of places.

The smell of ink, the sound of a bird's chirp, a smile from a stranger, the yellow pages of an old book, the feelings of nostalgia - all magic.

Though sometimes, I lose faith in it.

But then I hear the piano console me and a voice says, "The faith remains". 

Music. The sole melody of one's soul. As if your emotions from deep within came whispering to your ears. Your heart sings. The child inside you is set free. And then the music stops. But the magic remains.

Don't you sometimes wonder, how beautifully arranged musical notes can make us feel emotions so deep, but people still say magic is not real? Don't let them fool you, for you'll only need to look inside your soul and you'll know the magic is still there.

[first-thought-best-thoughtt]

In my head, my brother is still six years old,

A little thing that tugs at my sleeve for my attention, walks hand in hand with me,

Believes all the lies I tell him,

Eyes very wide, hanging off my every word -

Let's play together, he says, toothless and round cheeked and I

Would do anything he asks.

Except.

Hes not six, hes seven, eight, nine, ten, nearly eleven,

With a sneer on his face, an indignant irritation,

Eyes following me, even at this age, as though he can hardly believe we came from the same thing

Lips curled in a mockery as if to tell me that things are not what they were, an ever present reminder as though his absence from my side is not a reminder enough

We dont play together anymore, I say to him one day, voice hollow, and he looks up at me, rolling his eyes

I'm not a baby anymore, he says, and I hear the truth of it laced beneath his words,

I outgrew you.

I kiss that six year old goodbye. We had a good time, didnt we? I'm sorry. I wish I didnt need to leave you behind.

- The Things We Miss When We Blink

[amih1ghrn]

And for you, I'd pick every flower from the garden of my heart

If it meant that you would smile,

If it meant that you would love me

[nattkanin]

Konsten att aldrig känna sig hemma

Förutom i personer jag vet lämnar

[awhisperamongechoes]

Hot take:

I really hate the term “I don’t chase”. Like damn so you’re telling me you’d rather watch them walk away feeling unwanted instead of just sending them a message first for once?

That’s embarrassing.

[oxfordelise]

My biggest flaw is that I want magic. I want life to feel important. I want purpose and danger. I want something bigger than what we’ve got, you know? I want it to be like the movies. Like Literature. Kisses that bring back the dead. Wars that decimate the ruling class. Prophesies. Angry Gods. Immortality. I’ve been spoiled with too many stories, reality pales in comparison. And I don’t know what to do about it.

[frost-writes-stuff]

Writing Prompt / Exerpt I guess?

"You've built these high walls around yourself. You've made it impossible for people to get to know the real you, to enter your life. You have made it impossible for someone to love you."

"I haven't built these walls myself. Not on purpose. They were built by everyone who has ever hurt me. They threw so many stones at me. And over time, there were so my stones that I just couldn't get rid of them, I had to do something with them. So, with the help of the ones who hurt me, I built these walls. Go on, lay your head against the walls. Close your eyes and take a listen. You can hear everything they've said to hurt me. Each column represents one person. And that big watchtower? That's the one person who broke me the most all on their own. Took me a while to put my pieces together, but I did it. You say these walls make it impossible for people to get to know me, to love me, to enter my life. But can't you see the door? It's not locked, see, it's ajar, even. Oh, but be careful! It's heavy. It's kinda like pulling Excalibur from the rock. Only those who are worthy can open the door and get inside. Only those, willing to keep trying. Those, who won't give up after a couple tries, the persistent ones. Only they can open the door and get inside. I have been hurt too many times, broken into too many pieces. You have to excuse me for being selective with whom I want to have in my life let alone whom I want to spend the rest of my life with. It takes time and effort to get that door open, but it's not impossible, I swear. It's just hard. And it is that way so people won't hurt me anymore. It takes time and effort to win my heart, and I can't promise I am worth it. But I can promise that if you can manage to get that door open, I will do anything in my power to make sure there are no more doors or walls separating us. That, I can promise. I'm a hard person to love, but not because I think too highly of myself, it's because I've had to relearn what it's like to love and to be loved, all over again in the recent years. I'm still learning, be patient with me. And I promise I will love you more than humanly possible."

[heartoflesh]

I feel the years fleeting and I envy youth. They go camping and skiing. They go swimming in lakes and out for ice cream on Tuesday afternoons, living tightly knit together until someday they realize their romantic feelings for each other, reminiscing on all the memories they've created in each other's lives,

and I... I have nothing but these binoculars, looking on from the shadows of all these trees. I am far from them. I am so far from you— excluded from a world I wanted so desperately to be a part of.

Excerpts from a book I'll never write, William

[daydrinking75]

she held her coat firmly to her chest, as though a child, with a cigarette balanced in her free hand, and walked on towards the train, thinking about the fleeting nature of romantic love once again. it was a subject perpetually repeating in her mind, for she did not receive it as a child, even familialy (not correctly, anyway). it had always been deformed and somehow grotesque in her minds eye, and so she pondered, if perhaps this was a universal truth which everyone was blind to, or if she had been blinded from the start by the hands that made her

[busylickingsatansballs]

My whole personality is a bunch of mismatched jigsaw pieces mashed together , so the shapes don't quite fit, and it's all wrong, but if I take those pieces away, I am empty.