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#excerpts from my journal
ivynightshade · 11 months
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fatima aamer bilal, from all hunger is, is love.
[text id: oh, how i would pray to get sick so my mother would take care of me.]
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“I want to take my heart off my sleeve, it has grown too heavy.”
-m.n.
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fatimaamerbilal · 2 years
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fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.
[text id: i want to embrace you so closely that our bodies would become one.]
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i’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, i am afraid of being unravelled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here
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darichonne · 16 days
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insta: @darichonne
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literatureinfurs · 18 days
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pages of the past, i think it is time for a new journal.
— literature in furs, jessie (literatureinfurs) • March 2024.
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lost-in-time-marie · 7 days
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The Well Is Dry Today, Come Back Another Time
Writing is like some permanent faucet tapped into my soul. It has to come out, if that knob goes untouched, it will burst onwards anyway, spurting uncontrollably and making a mess of me. If you ignore it, don’t attend to it immediately, the swells of water will drown you. And I find, when I leave that faucet running too long, wasting it away on chores and responsibilities, too many dishes and washing all the clothes by hand, the well runs dry. I find myself here, spinning that fixture silly, trying to trigger some recognition, some familiarity, like I’ve lived in this house 26 years and poured over this tap every day. But I’m standing over the sink at a strangers house, and I don’t get so much as a trickle, not even a drop. The pipes rattle and hiss inside the walls and, today, I have no charms, and nothing comes out with all my coaxing.
~K.
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ivangoghhh · 6 months
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show me a love that lasts
the realest form—
affection and desire lasts,
through lenghty talks,
and warm cups of coffee
through eye contacts,
and unflinching laughter.
show me love that is true,
a place of conformity,
a safe zone—
where we can be tired upon the antics of the world,
yet we still let ourselves learn something new from each other.
find me a love, that will last so long,
it feels endless— fulfilled.
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inked-soull · 1 month
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//Soft Dreams//
Kiss my lips
Bite my nape like you're hungry
Leave your mark
In the darkness
Whisper all that you wish to
Do to ravage me
I've been enchained
Tied up in throes of passion
Set my yearnings free
Melt me awake from
My half awakened soft dreams
And I inhale stars
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ladywithahandbook · 2 years
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I want to write down everything that’s going on between us, but I’m never able to describe the spark. There’s no words I can use to talk about the passion, the look in your eyes and everything I feel - the lust, the want, the need. There’s no words that could come even close to describing what is happening to my body as your hands grab me greedily and your mouth devour mine. To say what is on my mind while I moan helplessly, left to your skilful hands. When my eyes roll and my head falls back, reaching the climax and you don’t let go just yet, taking me for another round. When my nails dig in your back as you bury yourself in me, again and again. You groan and rest your forehead on mine, we’re both sweaty, looking in each other’s eyes and there’s only a Nicholas Sparks’ quote left on my mind: “Come bother me baby. Bother me for the rest of my life.”
- Lady With A Handbook
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moirawritesyouread · 2 years
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ivynightshade · 7 months
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fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.
[text id: but darling, i destroy everything i love. / like my favourite cup that i held a little too tightly because i was afraid that it would fall and break into pieces. / it shattered in my hands.]
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“The curse of being a writer is that if I showed you my words, I know you would love me too. But I can’t give them away, they are the most sacred things, I have.”
-m.n. “I strung these (words) for you with gold.”
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fatimaamerbilal · 1 year
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fatima aamer bilal, from if only love could save us.
[text id: december cold, so lovingly, froze my blood and burned my skin shut. / (every wound can rest til the arrival of summer)]
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I’ll probably always wish it was him in the end. But the thing is, he never really saw losing me as the end of the world, so maybe he was never something for me to wish for at all.
— S
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darichonne · 3 months
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insta: @darichonne
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