#writers aesthetic

[elizabugz]

[ceramicteapot]

you still have the bracelet that friend gave you as a fall present all those years ago. its gentle rolling against your skin still reminds you of the belly-clutching, never-ending laughter you shared in sparse classrooms together, how you'd walk everywhere together, how texting each other felt more natural than breathing sometimes, how every second of your day could be shared with them and you wouldn't mind.

you haven't heard their voice in over 2 years now.

so yeah. maybe you can get over the worst of heartbreaks. maybe you can love people and miss them and still let go. maybe choosing yourself isn't so bad. maybe begging for love, clenching your teeth to stop the tears, and digging your nails into your skin out of anger, hurt, pain... really is undeserved.

it's okay. you can sit with it all, feel everything down to the last cell of your body, process it in any way that you can. you can heal. and healing doesn't mean not hurting. it means going on despite it all without pushing anything under the rug.

it means getting up, looking the cause of your pain in the eye, and not letting them have the power they so crave.

it's tough, but you've realized that so are you.

maybe, you'll keep the bracelet as a reminder.

[humming-a-memory]

And the world around me feels as though it will end. The heart breaks and the eyes cry. And my soul thinks about the way we all sat on the breakfast table years ago—the basket filled with fruit that was still ripe; the sunlight from the window falling in; the white glow of the walls; warm tea brewing on the stove; and the echoes of laughter and chatter.

[jeoncanis]

The holy trinity

"ah mate" but like lovingly

"darling" but like vengefully

"you idiot" but like 'come with me until the end of days, it will be chaotic and sublime, ours will be a love they'll write stories about'

[stupiddeadpoets]

I believe everyone deserves to be loved and feel loved. I always want people to do the things they want to do and do whatever makes them happy with out getting hurt or hurting others. But why must I keep myself out of this? Am I not worthy of loving someone? Am I not worthy of happiness? of true happiness? Did I make my expectations of myself too high that even I can't reach them anymore. Did I fail myself in my journey of self-love? Have I lost my way of being?

[ptimepoet]

- Clementine Von Radics

[poetryforall]

[daughterofchaosstuff]

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

[katarinazurar]

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[manincaffeine]

[imsayak]

People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

~ Nikita Gill

[ceramicteapot]

i went to a children's park today. nothing has made me feel sadder in quite a while now. it's like i can sense the loss, more like, the lack, of a childhood in my own life as i watched the children.

i was nothing like them. they're loud. they laugh. they have friends. they have mothers who wipe their tears and patient fathers who teach them how to ride a bike. i had none of that.

i was quiet as a tree, blending into the background like dirt. no one waited on me. i was barely ever picked up. i never learned how to ride a bicycle.

where's my compensation for any of that? how do i get my childhood back? how do i heal from any of what happened which wasn't even my fault? how do i tolerate the person i have become?

it's never easy watching others be happy when you just feel so sorry for yourself. and how do you stop that? i genuinely want to not feel the pang of pain in my chest when this happens. i want to be utterly happy for others too.

[nondelphic]

“you’re a writer, can you explain your process?” yes. first, i panic. then i procrastinate. then, in a fit of productivity at 3 a.m., i create chaos.

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[stupiddeadpoets]

Crush

crushes are nothing more than simple attraction

barely even know you but you have my heart in your palm

knowing you can make my heart race at anytime makes me nervous

giving me butterflies in my stomach and further

I could imagine the rest of my life with you

laying in my bed and waking up next to you

fighting but making up and making out

cuddling and more and I'm not even a sexual being

how could you awaken two things at once? smart and funny

you're quite beautiful and you make me imagine me in your arms

hold my hand in yours and have me in your bed

we could lay there and watch "the regular show."

teach me how to cook your favorite meals and I'll teach you how to cook mine

show me all your favorite activities and then we can do mine

but you're simply a crush

wish it could be more

I want to go on dates with you

I want to be your pretty passenger in your Nissan car

I want you to think of me as you do your homework

I'll think of you as I do mine

I think of you as I do everything

never leave my mind

once you hold my hand, I won't want you let go

stupid crushes are nothing but attraction

and I'm so attracted to you, it's the first time I've told someone I'm actually attracted to them.

I want you to be my first love

I want you to be my first everything

my first date

my first kiss

my first boyfriend

my first serious relationship

my first

then I want it to lead to other first

my first dance

my first and only husband

our first kid together

our first grandkids

it's only a crush,

I have to remind myself that it's only a crush

nothing more.

but how can it not be anything more when I picture us together for the rest of my life?