#poetic love story

[insightfultake]

When Love Meets Marriage: A Dance of Two Different Realms

In the bustling streets of Old Hyderabad, where the scent of jasmine mingled with the aroma of frying pakoras, lived a modest family in a narrow, sun-dappled lane. Meera, the youngest daughter, was a seamstress with fingers as nimble as a sparrow’s wings. Her days were filled with stitching dreams onto simple fabrics, while her heart harbored a silent longing.

Across the courtyard, in a home no grander than hers, lived Arjun, a schoolteacher whose voice resonated with the cadence of poetry. He spent his evenings teaching neighborhood children under the shade of a banyan tree, his laughter blending harmoniously with their innocent giggles. For months, he had admired Meera’s quiet grace, the way her bangles jingled like wind chimes as she worked...Expand

[mentations]

𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓,

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.

[looserslore]

Sometimes I look at my own photos and feel like a stranger.

[somerandomdudelmao]

Besides the movie (if there is), was there anything else that made you create this amazing comic?

Actually..ahahfjgj aCTUally, the movie wasn't what inspired this comic at all.

Fanfics and comics, however....

[sunflorall]

Oh to be loved in a way you understand

[huntingrays]

i physically cannot write valgrace without making jason a huge simp for leo

[m00wd]

There are people who live in love with the sky regardless of the weather. Someday you will find someone who loves you the same way.

—m00wd

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmm musical cultivator shen yuan again. Feng Xuanlu, the Wind Song. He has this well-loved wooden pipe he inherited from is adoptive father that he uses on occasion. When the traveling day gets slow and he doesn't feel like singing, when he's stressed, when night falls and he's sitting around a fire with his troupe and they've all had a little bit to drink.

His hair is long and black, always tied up into a ponytail or a braid of some sort. When he's in camp he loosens it up until its splayed messily over his shoulder. He has crows feet around his eyes that scrunch up when he smiles. His eyes are bamboo green and his hands are rough and callused from years of plucking strings and work. He has scars on his back that he won't explain the origins of.

His voice is low and warm like a fire, it gets raspy in the mornings or when he's been humming or singing for too long. He speaks like there's sunshine dripping off his tongue. He speaks soft, he speaks and his voice takes up the entire room. He's spent over a decade hearing his praises getting sung and he still gets shy over it sometimes.

Whenever he goes into town he has to have at least three other musicians with him at all times -- not his decision of course, but the unanimous choice of his companions. Shen Yuan gathers admirers everywhere he goes, and his companions have long since learned that their dear friend and leader is completely unaware of it. So they have to beat off these suitors with sticks.

[grape-eating-vampire]

I've been busy with uni and haven't played as much, but have more Disco Elysium screenshots I took! (I know it's a lot of Noid but he's incredibly based so I'm not even going to apologize)

spoilers ahead!

[knbpoetry]

I could write a thousand different lines

Trying to explain the way I feel,

But the words I’ve acquired

Over the years still are not enough.

I can paint vivid imagery

Of all my favorite places and days,

Jot down similes of your eyes

Like the ocean caressed by sun rays.

Still, those verses cannot convey

The way you make me melt.

-K.N.B.

[softlyartsy]

i’m a writer, of course my love language is words of affirmation

(say you melt at the touch of my hand, tell me how your desire burns with the heat of a thousand suns, make me feel like you could remember me even if our paths crossed in another life; if i had different eyes, would you recognize me?)

[stormykatie]

october reeks

of silent whispers,

of hopeful stares,

of acute nostalgia

october tastes

of drunken kisses,

of bourbon whiskey,

of you,

of me,

of new beginnings

-katie

[hernepenthenotes]

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.

They're in each other all along.

[looserslore]

Next time I write something about someone I hope that the person is actually worth it.

[tofubutter27]

Sweet nectar a taste from the devil’s kiss

Fragrant scents its presence fills the air

The red hands crawl deep into my skin

My soul burns wild like hellfire

In glorious ecstasy

A moment of eternity

[questsbetweencovers]

Just wanna put your hair behind your ear and tell you how pretty you are.