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heartofmuse · 1 day
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People have come and taken volumes from my shelves and never returned them. I still hold the empty spaces within me.
e.v.e.
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dg-fragments · 8 months
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I write to you, of you, not because our souls are intertwined, neither because you're mine or I'm yours, but because I do not know of any other audience, for these thoughts, in the form of mere words, for this fragmented existence, which reveals through the cracks of past experiences, to lose itself in the captivating beauty, that is yourself.
- DG
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quaintobsessions · 4 months
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The Shape of Things to Come
I swear I’m not staring at her name. It’s only the cast of each letter, the grace, re-entry for my memories carved in clay, all else erased.
That night instead of chasing stray Northern Lights above stone walls of an old water tower, instead of heading back along dark water, singing
through blue air I’d breathed for too many seasons, I arrived at a wheel and a kiln. I swear I’m not staring at her face. It’s just
the effect of her making and unmaking, it’s just her intense concentration. Now that I’m right here, I can’t think of anything else.
I’m only staring at her hands, I swear. Only her hands.
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jinniebit · 6 months
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Ꮪꮶꮓ х​ Ꮪꮋꭺꭰꮻꮃꮋꮜɴꭲꭼꭱꮪ
⦡ Lee Know x Warlock
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persephoneshellhounds · 11 months
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Will I ever possess the softness I pretend to have?
— Fray Narte
Gif from: Stealing Beauty (1996) // Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci
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creatingnikki · 2 months
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as a hopeless romantic and with the heart of a poet you may think that it's inevitable to get over it — this heartbreak, this pain. if someone mattered to you this much, if everything with them meant so much, then how can you go on living without them? but there's nothing commendable about yearning for a love years later that could never manifest into something healthy, long term, and mutual in your life. unrequited love? one sided love? the one that got away? an almost lover? yeah at someone you gotta have to stop romanticizing that. you don't want material for shayari. what you want is to eventually move on and meet someone else and have a fulfilling and meaningful life because that's what is commendable. that's what is beautiful and that's what is poetic. a life well lived. a life well loved. not being hung up on one person or the idea of that person. the way our brains are wired is that you cannot really keep drowning in the memory of someone for over a year. if you decide to move on and let go at some point and go out there and meet other people, you will find someone who will make your heart smile again and whose jokes you will find funny and who will make you want to risk getting hurt again. it's honestly inevitable. so don't let them lie to you. don't let them make you believe that you have to live, if you are a romantic, if you have truly loved, as someone who never moves on. that doesn't make your love for that person any grander. it only makes your life less meaningful and more miserable. sadness can become a habit especially when it's sadness in love, or rather sadness in the lack of love. you can fall in love with that kind of sadness. you can glorify it. you can get so attached to it that you'd rather keep it than attempt at happiness in love again. don't be that person. love and let go and love yet again. the poetry is in that.
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Oh don’t ask me how I feel
I don’t feel much
My heart, in pieces,
Sits abandoned on the windowsill
Basking in the sunlight
Lit red and glorious
An ornamental orb
Nothing more
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dreamingdreamin · 1 month
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Brown eyes that mirror thoughts; eyes that round up when intriqued, eyes that close to almost a slit when playful, eyes that sparkle with mischief even before the words come out of her mouth.
I play along when she has a joke in mind, she doesn't know her eyes are giving it all away. The way her lips curl up and the way her nose crinkles, the way her voice carries her intent- light and full of laughter. She doesn't know i've spent years learning her and can read her through and through.
Here she comes, those coffee powder eyes with twinkling lights beneath it. Here she comes and starts with "Hey have you heard. . ?" Here she comes and there's happiness in my blood, it's going all around.
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ginadope · 21 days
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All is well Sacrifice the day Let tomorrow's claws Sculpt its fantasy
Where do flowers go When they are still lovely But forgotten? To the heavens inside Where the past and the future Crave each other
I am and I am not You well-meaning evil You are free to go I am free to be
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slowfalter · 3 months
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Rain falls hard through the ceiling
———
Soon you’ll be living
In the house right next to mine
And when I borrow a cup of sugar
You’ll say you love me for all time
Your cats will be cautiously fond of me
Like a father
I’ll feed them all the fish I catch
Soon I’ll be learning fishing
Soon I’ll be self sufficient
I’m knitting my own crossbow
And pickling my own poetry
And whittling my own company
So some day I can live in a cabin in the trees
But I will never do it
I know you like the finer things in life
Like electricity
And running water
And I like the finer things in life
Like you and me
Together
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trustonlystars · 8 months
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We are out in the lands of magic, there is nothing you cannot be. Walk around the soft grass and write stories about the lakes, use your wings that have remained hidden for so long, and fly away to heights that cannot weigh you down. You are meant for musings, you are meant to be kissed like a photograph found after ages. You deserve slow dances, you deserve smiles, you deserve to be heard and felt. You deserve to be like a music album where the lyrics are nothing but snippets from your life. You deserve to live your dreams, the same dreams that keep you going. You are a dream, please be around dreamers.
-trustonlystars | Jannie F
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heartofmuse · 1 day
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May my hands always pulse with the truth of my soul and make it a song for the pages, for the ages so I may grow old and remember what I once felt, what I once was.
e.v.e.
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dg-fragments · 5 months
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Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.
- DG
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quaintobsessions · 2 months
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Burning Hour
It must be the music that touches this hiraeth hollow
sweet and bitter below my ribs;
I cannot for the life of me think why else as I roll an old ink press over layers of cloth and clay
I remember exactly when you were lost at sea
and I began surviving differently.
It must be the music
because outside the sky still reflects uncanny ice blue
there is pink in the cloud sailing across steadfast
the moon is almost gold
and you’re no longer seeing any of it
through my eyes
that I know of, dear heart.
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jinniebit · 6 months
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Ꮪꮶꮓ х​ Ꮪꮋꭺꭰꮻꮃꮋꮜɴꭲꭼꭱꮪ
⦡ Seungmin x Werewolf
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persephoneshellhounds · 2 months
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my heart flutters like moth wings, once caught flightless on ice cold fire it’s forever looking for the kiss of the flames, the softest, kindest, slowest way of dying so that i may rest in a chest that’s not my own — yours, would you leave flowers on my tomb, once more? virginal white jasmines, if you remember — the color and predisposition of a ghost. would you kiss my resting ground, softening under torrential poems? would you say a made-up prayer? (my lover, who art in heaven) would you love me again if death is my rebirth, my second coming, how angels weep right next to me, how they break over my sorrows — pathetic bodies made of light, but they never burn, they never crash like fading embers. my heart’s still caught on ice cold fire, it flutters, wingless i arch in my quiet aching, godless, limbless — i’m sorry i’m made this way. in heaven, god fucked up for the first time twenty five years ago, he can take me back tomorrow for all i care but would you pick me, take me back and kiss me, bathe me in biblical oil (even if it kills me once more?) if i promise not to die once more?
— fray narte, "going insane in october" | written november 1, 2023, 5:11 PM
photo screencapped from: saltburn (2023) // dir. emerald fennell
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