#otp: amina x robb

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I called us part dread, part song, part story, part wrong. We build castles in each other out of splintered spine and blood. We met in grief and were held together by its mud. Took crowns made of bones placed it on each other's heads. We loved each other with fragments of ourselves that were dead. That is why we couldn't rely on the promises that we spoke. Perhaps in a different time I would have named us hope. Perhaps in a different universe we would not meet so battle-worn. And I would call us forgiveness, and not remember us as war.

“I Named Us Grief” from Your Heart Is The Sea by Nikita Gill

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they tell you grief is like a tidal wave they do not tell you that you will wake up and reach for their smile only to find a blank space where their mouth should be they do not tell you that your clothes will smell like earth and honey and sunshine that weapons will be fashioned out of memories you didn't know you had they do not tell you about the whatifwhatifwhatifs or the sudden realization you will never know their face with age which hits you over supper, on a tuesday, three months later they tell you that time heals everything they do not tell you that forgetting hurts worst of all

grief is not seven stages, it is a hundred on repeat

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one of the earth's most famous cruelties is how it can just keep turning no matter what may have just shattered us you left and i began counting the days until the smell of you would shake itself free of my clothes but no matter how long ago my house emptied itself of your smile, i've still got walls full of shadows trying to shift into the shape of you

my dearest hurricane by morgan nikola-wren

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Healing Loss after love is like a scab. It will never heal if you continue to pick at it.

all scabs turn into scars, and all scars have a story to tell. so i guess you’re kind of stuck with me forever. (whether you like it or not.) Flux by Orion Carloto.

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they ask me, “what was it like to love a king?” and are surprised when i say, "i do not know" but it was not a king who saved me when i could not save myself it was not a king who held me when the memories would not let me sleep it was not a king who made the chaos feel like the calm after the storm i did not love a king i just loved him

your heroes are flesh and blood too

[illusionswrites]

Choose someone who will help you come undone and stitch you whole all at once. Someone who will treasure your pieces as much as your entire picture.

all of you. stripped by cara alwill leyba.

[illusionswrites]

The saddest thing about a gravestone marked with a name you can't stop saying, is that a part of you knows that slowly you will stop saying it, and your most vivid memories together will fade. You will lock that name away in secret, to remember only once in a while on your happiest or saddest days. There is something both immensely tragic and beautiful about preserving someone in memory that way. Like fire, they exist between a solid and a gas, a chemical reaction that consumes one to make the other. They are alive as they consume and yet, still dissipate--no matter how much you try to hold onto them--into smoke.

excerpt from “Parietal Eye” by Nikita Gill

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A smile dawned on her lips. 'It was you, wasn't it? It was always you. Why didn't you tell me?' His smile was both rueful and soft all at once. 'You never asked.'

excerpt from “Hephaestus’s Tale” from Great Goddesses by Nikita Gill

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Some people treat lost loves like stars, like guiding lights in the dark. You can spend your whole life following the past around if you really want to. My sister never did let a single thing go. It's true, she put Orion's body in the sky when he died. Now she sleeps under its light forever. It sounds romantic but her heart is so sore.

from aphrodite made me do it by trista mateer.

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i wonder what you would say if you saw me now. you were the one who passed on, but i'm the one who forgot what it was to live. i barely sleep & all the flesh is falling off my bones & my books--all my beloved books--are coated in inches of dust, unread. here i am, somehow managing to be more haunted house than girl.

ghost-daughter. from “to drink coffee with a ghost” by amanda lovelace.

[illusionswrites]

i don't love you, you know not yet but i could my stars, how i could

magic with skin on by morgan nikola-wren.

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i used to think that humans were crazy for letting lovers affect them so deeply. till i lived it. the moon became my best friend and understood all the tears i shed.

the girl who cried wolf. love, & you by gretchen gomez.

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Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your hands Your laughter brave Irreverent. Those sweet excesses that I do adore. What surety is there That we will meet again, On other worlds some Future time undated. I defy my body's haste. Without the Promise Of one more sweet encounter I will not deign to die.

Refusal by Maya Angelou

[illusionswrites]

i feel apprehensive cause falling into you means falling out of him and i had not prepared for that

forward. the sun and her flowers by rupi kaur.

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but when you feel the world wrapping 'round your neck, feel my hand wrapped in yours. and when you feel the world wrapping 'round your neck, don't succumb.

broad-shouldered beasts, mumford & sons

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"what am i to you" he asks i put my hands in his lap and whisper "you are every hope i've ever had in human form"

milk and honey by rupi kaur