#it's such a romantic poem you know

[probablygayattorneys]

And in the death of her reputation,

She felt truly alive.

(why she disappeared - taylor swift)

Dedicated to @memories-break-our-fall, who without the encouragement of, this gifset would not exist

[thepersonalwords]

you came in slowly like the fogand consumed me.

AVA., this is how you know i want you.

[g4rdens0fb4bylon]

my love language is poetry and I think I'm willing to finally accept that I'll always be the poet and never the poem as long as my muse lets me write about them forevermore

[onedayiwillgrowwings]

"If a Tree Falls in the Forest, and There’s No One Around to Hear It, Does It Make a Sound?" - ruckus l.j shen

"But I know a sound is still a sound around no one" - I want you to love me by fiona apple

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Find me within the grey.

Between the lines of what is real

And what you long for.

Approach me with your shame,

Let me lick your wounds in frenzy.

Let me taste you.

Let me taste you.

x

[heireign]

WHICH LOVER ARE YOU ?

THE COMPOSER,

to you, love is something created. it is born and it is nurtured, and it is entirely intentional. what could be more beautiful than that? we possess the enigmatic power to create deep, impossible, meaningful bonds with other people. it is not something we should take for granted. we choose to care for each other. we inconvenience ourselves with the sheer enormity of the love we have for others. In your eyes, it is the deliberate nature of love that makes it so beautiful.

tagged by: taken from @altarcup < 3

tagging: @loreforged, @arturiusrex , @stormbcrn , @sanctamater , @viernas , @alootus and @eparvier

[carpe-noctem-bitchess]

I don’t know, maybe it’s the way you said you’d run away with me if I wanted to, that you would hold my hand and I would lift my skirts and we’d escape this constant, vicious cycle. A blaze of hemorrhaging problems blooming like flowers in our trail, the vines did eventually engulf our little bubble of ignorance. So here I am, placing an eyelash on your pinkie, oh and if we could wish the world away. I don’t know quite a lot of things, I don’t know whether I should've ran, whether I should've dared to wish of you, should’ve should’ve should’ve done so much more or pulled back after fixing your hair. Is it bad, that sometimes I wish the thorns popped our little bubble earlier? Is it better you leave than asking if you would stay?

[ahopefulbromantic]

I just realized the most tragic thing - that I cannot gush about 31st October being Dziady / Forefathers' Eve because it's a Polish thing and none of my mutuals know what it is and no really good translation of the dramatic works exists to have them read it :(((

It's like a traditional Polish Halloween and nowadays it's mainly known from Adam Mickiewicz's (he's to Poland what Shakespeare is to England) 4-part drama centered around it. It follows a tortured poet (my blorbo, I love him) during the time Poland was partitioned and erased from the maps, its people oppressed but always fighting back. It is one of the most important and culturally significant Polish works ever created. And it's got, like so many themes, so many themes you guys. It's one of my favorite works ever one of my all-time dreams is to play Konrad, a protag from part 3.

So if anyone does know it or is interested in finding out more please please please message me or drop an ask I'd love to infodump!!!

[apogean-tides]

Does anyone ever look at Runaan and think: What genre of book do you read?

Does he read classics like The Secret Garden? Bram Stocker's Dracula? Or does his husband roll towards him in the middle of the night, only to come face to face with the cover of fifty shades of grey?

Like if Aaravos poked through his mind would he find pubescent Runaan writing cringe poetry?

If Runaan retired would he become Xadia's next best, book-selling author?

I have so many questions.

[lonelythimble]

to hold love in ones lungs

makes it grow roots there -

spores flowering into buds,

blooming more at every breath

of you, of the air of this earth

you are alive on.

i hold my breath around you,

lest you catch the escaping

perpetrating scent of petals

when you make me laugh

and i shed like a shaking blossom;

i tongue back pollen

sweet and sticky in my throat,

lest it scratch like sickness

in yours.

i wonder if

with each regrowth,

the leaves, too, are taught

another way to fall

in love with the sun

and know that to hold the love

in ones own hands and leaves

and have it belong to oneself

lets it leak like sunlight into life,

upturning the wilted willow

and coaxing back her soil,

that her roots may sink violently

like claws into this earth,

take up life

and exhale warm air.

[queen0funova]

So I wrote a poem about my struggles with potentially being aro, but when I showed it to someone once, they said "This feels like something you'd give to someone you like."

And then like two weeks later, they made a comment about wanting to meet my partner, and I was like "I don't have one?"

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Cut from Rags

-

It is your rage I found most delicious.

The heat bubbling to the surface

Hidden just out of reach.

What a beautiful smile you wear,

Bloodied and kind.

How one can hold such swirling darkness

Such madness weaved in your laughter-

I recognized you immediately.

Burdened by your father's name,

Endlessly battling with the softness inside you,

I know you.

..I think I've always known you.

x

[unadulteratedcoffeetimemachine]

It's the only place I have ever felt like home except when I am with you, and you are not here.

Unsphere the stars - cocoartist

[metaphorical-goblin]

i don’t even like oranges

but i want to share one with you

slip my fingernail under the skin and pry it open

juice leaking everywhere

and give you half

and i imagine you’ll smile

that crooked-freckled-smile

and ask if i’ve ever read those poems where they talk about sharing oranges and tangerines

and i’ll say ‘no, i haven’t’

and lean forward with my chin in my hand and listen as you excitedly explain

[passingthoughtsofyou]

October 8th 2024 4:28pm

It's been a year since I've heard from you. How things were going I never thought I'd have to say anything like that again.

I'm going to let go now. I've held on for too long, I know.

[fruitjellybug]

Passion Fruit

Do you ever wake up so full of hate? You let yourself love to hard, shattering your heart over & over in a fit of rage. Kissing the sun a million times goodbye. Feeling that pain as it’s the first time every day. Going crazy because you actually feel like they can change. Living this feeling over and over again, as night time awaits. Waiting to take you into its arms, kissing you till you go insane.

Do you ever wake up so full of love? Your heart bursting with joy, it never felt so full. Not even the sweetest honey dripping from your tongue, on a warm summer day can compare to this love. Knowing this magnetic pull will never fade. Pure love. Pulsing through your body, tingling, seeing only heaven above. Blinded by the light, knowing you’re claimed by your beloved. This is love.

-S