iliadies
Iliadies
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“She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.”
— Juliet Marillier, Wildwood Dancing
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Hand-holding
The purest form of human connection.
tiny hands in big hands
calloused hands in soft hands
cold hands in warm hands
hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding
platonic hand-holding
running their thumb over the other’s hand
dancing with their hands holding onto each other
squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement
holding hands across the table
happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go
not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd
possessive hand-holding
linking hands together during sex
grabbing hand to show them something
loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap
only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely
holding hands while skating
excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together
playing with each other’s fingers
pressing the other’s hand against their cheek
holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall
grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something
holding hands under the table
only realizing it when they have to let go
standing in front of each other, holding both their hands
holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together
passionate hand-holding
grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall
holding hands while running through the rain
brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second
grabbing their hand to grab their attention
not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands
bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go
holding hands while driving
grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them
unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping
not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out
swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children
holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition
letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it
loosely holding onto each other’s hand
dragging the other with them, holding their hand
raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly
holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together
comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together
secretly holding hands under the table
holding onto the other’s hand so they can’t run away
making a heart with their hands and then linking them together
taking the other’s hand to look for injuries
holding hands to calm each other down
Hugs|Kisses|Touching
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I can’t help writing love letters to people who have long since stopped thinking of me. I bear all our memories in my bones, alone.
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Surrounded by people talking, laughing, loving in a language I don’t speak. The only words I know are the ones that shriek through my bones echoing the void’s promise: “it will only ever be you and I”.
#original writing#writers#writerscorner#dark acadamia aesthetic#dark academia#aesthetic#tortured#light angst#merry Christmas I want to die
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"I crave the most innocent parts of a relationship. Like holding hands, forehead kisses and being able to tell someone how much I adore them."
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the romantic urge to hold their hands and never let go.
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“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
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Sorry I can’t hangout tonight I’m due to descend into madness
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Half of the sky rolls with inky blue clouds. Lightning rips across it, bringing moments of light to the swirling turmoil. The other, where the sun lies, is radiant as she. Serene gobs of fluffy white cotton capture the golden rays and streak colors across the horizon. I would paint it, I long to do so. Place her with angel wings basking upon those peaceful clouds, untouchable by the distant darkness. But I do not trust my hands, incapable things, to do such beauty justice. Neither her’s or the sky’s.
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Take comfort in the stranger you fill your night with.
Nibble at gratification like a biscuit you must make last a year.
It will not satiate your hunger.
That cavernous pit in your stomach that echoes and roars:
“No! This is not what we crave.”
But void,
We cannot have what we starve for.
Eat the crumbs, pretend it is a feast.
It is all the table is set with.
#dark acadamia aesthetic#dark academia#classic academia#romantic academia#chaotic academia#my writing#my quotes#aesthetic#i wrote this on a whim#writblr#writers#writers on tumblr#original content#original writing#poetry
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