bellsinmyribcage
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i think my favorite type of relationship trope is "stopped believing in love a long time ago" and "genuinely doesn't think they're worthy of love" falling for each other in the MOST romantic way possible
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And everything meant nothing
And the nothing became my everything
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I wanna hold your hand.
Interlace fingers and watch as they lock together.
Crooked smiles and eyes meeting
Intimacy in its purest form.
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I wish sometimes the gods would take notice of me
The way they did to Medusa.
Someone turn me into a monster
At least then I would know
Why I am so unloved.
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Plot twist: the two boys you're choosing between are polyamorous, but they also hate eachother's guts so you still have to pick one
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I want to rend myself into a thousand pieces
And place them in the stars
Make constellations of my flesh and bones
Leave my organs upon mars.
I want to taste infinity
And in that blackness divine,
Watch for all eternity
The stars that are now mine.
From stardust did I come
And stardust I return,
Let me glaze upon the firmement
From that holy place I’m now interred.
—//I am jealous of the stars
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It is with my deepest sympathy i present to you my bare heart
For you see, it is a heavy burden
(And I am selfishly offering it to you)
I cannot
(Do not want to)
Carry it anymore
(I loved you)
I am tired
(Of loving you)
Please, love
(One more thing love)
Do with it what you wish
(I wish you’d love it too).
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I don’t fantasize about the things we’d do, I fantasize about falling asleep with you.
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I watch you lick your lips and understand the feeling Romeo meant when he said:
“O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!”
Oh, that I could be the tongue upon those lips
That I might know the taste.
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I am craving.
I have found myself awake at night, imagining all the ways this need could be satisfied
I am losing sleep to my cravings
I spent so long being told I must subdue, I must quiet, women like me do not get to want to be touched
And loved.
We do not get to hear our names moaned, those are sounds meant for beautiful things
And I am a beautiful thing who craves beautiful things
Monstrous things.
Sensual things.
I am human and I crave arched backs and clenched sheets
Soft whispers and tracing fingers
I cannot wait to share this craving
To participate in a feast
And devour.
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Title: The Last Farewell of Wotan and Brunhilde
Artist: Ferdinand Leeke
Date: 1875
Genre: Genre Painting
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The shape of the void you left in me has grown smaller
It is no longer shaped like your hand on my heart.
It has grown to resemble something messy and unintelligible.
I am starting to forget what it felt like to be loved by you
And filling the void with the things I loved about myself.
I am forgetting the way you smell.
I am lavender and eucalyptus.
I am long walks with loud music.
I am late nights and deep conversations
I am longing in my own bed for someone I know is coming.
For now.
I will fill the void with all of me and none of you. You’re fingerprints hold no weight here.
— void-shaped hole
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I am a broken thing
A porcelain pot dropped from high on the shelf you were told not to touch.
And you did it anyway.
I remember the fall.
You only remember the crash.
And the hiding of those broken pieces at the bottom of a tash can.
I was a reminder of your guilt.
You broke me.
And I took the fall.
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Leave me some room in
The spaces of your bones
Light the hollow places with the love you’re craving and
On the way down do not forget to leave them on.
I am afraid I will get lost in you,
Love.
You are worth the fall but I am afraid I won’t come back without a light to guide me home.
— empty places I’m scared to go
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The only thing worse than remembering the past is the fear of reliving it.
~Brad Meltzer, The President's Shadow
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