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i will linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. i will forget my scarf in your life & come back later for it btw. if you even care

I hope you won’t need pills like I do. I think I get so scared because I’m greedy — I want to hold onto everything, the world wants to take it away.

— Mikko Harvey, from "For M," Let the World Have You

Do not let their words define you

You are a boundless mystery

Do not let their pens mark you

You are every line of poetry

Do not let their eyes find you

You are a phoenix hiding

Do not let their past point you

You are future in the making

For M

by Mikko Harvey

​I don’t want you to be nervous. Maybe thinking of a walrus would help. Have you seen the video of the penguin accidentally stepping on a sleeping walrus? It thought it was a rock. The walrus wakes up like what the fuck and the penguin scurries off like oh shit. Sometimes it’s funny watching a surprise happen, and not just funny but kind of amazing—like, you never really know what’s what when it comes to this planet. Then again, when it’s you getting surprised, that’s different. Especially for tender ones like us. What are we supposed to do? It’s bad for our hearts, you know. I hope you won’t need pills like I do. I think I get so scared because I’m greedy— I want to hold onto everything, the world wants to take it away. What the fuck. The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it. 

"The number / of hours / we have / together is / actually not / so large. / Please linger / near the / door uncomfortably / instead of / just leaving."

Read it here | Reblog for a larger sample size!

God you saying A sleeps silent as a grave I can just imagine them sleeping on their back with their hands straight to their sides and when they wake up their eyes shots open like some vampire.

This makes me want to ask (if it hasn’t yet) what supernatural creature would each RO be?

Aleksandar/Aleksandra: A vampire. Heh.

Rhys/Rhea: Merperson.

Calix/Calixta: Werewolf.

Mestrn/Mestra: Faerie.

from For M

The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it. 

Mikko Harvey (read the full poem here)

It's that 'breaks randomly into thumb wrestling while holding your hand' kind of love

@snufflescribbles

For M

By Mikko Harvey

A drabble for @makeitp1nk​‘s wedding day. With all the soft, all the joy and all the love possible. Find Bright on AO3 or here under the cut:

Clean, fresh linen, the heavenly smell of fabric softener. The window’s open, curtain swaying gently with the breeze. It feels like a beginning, but it isn’t—maybe another new start, one of many manys.

A golden ray of sunlight climbs and dips between the sheets, playful. Illuminating what you already know: a sure smile, an open hand. Criss-crossing over a pattern of scars, making it new, making it sing, I love you I love you I love you.

Magic, how soft the hand in yours is. Not a beginning—but the start of a new day, bright and entirely yours.  

Sometimes it’s funny watching a surprise happen, and not just funny but kind of amazing — like, you never really know what’s what when it comes to this planet. Then again, when it’s you getting surprised, that’s different. Especially for tender ones like us.

— Mikko Harvey, from "For M," Let the World Have You

they should invent someone who will linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving, who will forget their scarf in my life and come back later for it

I still feel the ghost of your touch on my face

I remember things about one another we willing embraced

I remember the things in your life you wanted to share

And the realization that you no longer cared