#tears into words

[hopefulromantical]

about me

my name is Cara, it means “beloved,” which makes sense because i view everything through the lens of love. i love with everything in me, a romantic who’s learning to be hopeful and not less. when i love, i pour out all of my heart, mind, and soul like a waterfall’s rushing waters and those who dare love me back must be able to pass through to reach the safety of my heart. all i desire from this existence is to love and be loved well.

i believe that to be loved is to be truly known, yet i have a tendency to hide my heart behind walls because those who tried to know me without loving me left their knife in my back and scars that throb from time to time. 

i recently saw my first shooting stars while lying on a blanket on the beach in the middle of a warm summer’s night. every time i look up at the night sky, i try to find the few constellations i know. orion with his bow and belt, the big dipper and her baby bear, and the sign that was high when i entered the world. as the stars twinkle, i can sense the song that they sing, and i long to know the words, that i too might praise.

music and poetry are the language of my heart, yet i’ve never called myself an artist. rather, i’m a writer. in my mind, art is creation, while a writer must simply put into words what she is thinking. i do not create, i merely echo creation and its call to its creator.

i’ve never been a girly girl but my favorite sunset is when the clouds turn purple and pink, and whenever i see it i think God painted it just for me that night. i want the first ink on my body to be a dragonfly because since I was younger they have always represented the presence of the author of life to me.

i hear the whispers of love all around me, from the stars in the dark of night to the crash of the waves on the sand; from the wind playing with my hair to the rainfall on my windowpane. i want my words to share those whispers with others and my actions to create shouts of their own.

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[nightmareevara]

Most intimate thing you can do for the one you love is loving them the way they want to be loved

[menelaiad]

the infamous 'last sighting of a barbary lion in the wild' photo taken by marcelin flandrin (1925) haunts me to my core. there's something so achingly poetic about it.

[mellblogss]

If you want me to stay then make me feel wanted.

[dogin8]

[ID: Two screenshots from Queering the Map, taken in Kottayam, Kerala. In the first screenshot there is a map pin that says “Surely, I can’t be the only one!”. In the second screenshot, a second map pin, very close to the first one, says, “No you are not.” The screenshots are from the Tiktok account @/ahecksis. End ID]

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[hinamie]

itafushi nation how r we Feeling!!!!!!!!!!!

[akwardlydifficult]

I want to draw. I want to paint. I want to sew. I want to quilt. I want to program. I want write. I want to decorate. I want to converse. I want to love. I want to make art. I want everything that humanity can give me. I want to swallow the world whole. I want to love.

[feral-ballad]

Amy Lowell, from A dome of many-coloured glass; “The Fruit Garden Path”

[Text ID: “My eyes aches with the weight of unshed tears, / You are my home, do you not understand?”]

[0nlyhere4phil]

allow me to debut the new gay phlag

[hopefulromantical]

i’m craving the release that comes with crying until i can’t anymore,

until all the emotions that have been building up inside have been turned to trails of salt on my cheeks.

but i’m finding myself unable to cry. unable to feel.

so it’s bottled up inside, drifting on the waves of emotions.

feels like anything could break me, and weakness scares me.

but i’m tired of being strong.

[btsjk-biased]

Yoongi 🩶 Love Yourself: Tear (for @yooboobies)

[ video source cr. namuspromised ]

[ramblingmindofrayyan]

Sometimes it’s really lonely being me.

[stinkrascal]

[mellblogss]

I need someone to stay and not run away when things get hard.