House of Horrors

England, UK.

[extramadness]

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[fang177]

[neongypsy-blog]

[midnight-killer]

[tofillthegaps-blog]

Do not fall in love with a poet. I will not pay you ballads for your time; My mind hardly ever thinks in rhyme. It took me ten minutes to find those lines. You can’t write love letters and expect couplets in return. Nothing on this Earth has come in perfect pairs since the flood subsided and Noah tore down the ark. The world does not pound rhythms. I just know how to lie. But, oh God, then there are your eyes, like the lake under September moonbeams they shine through my skin and touch fire upon my bones. I love you. That much I know, but you’ll never hear it in these poems. I can only write about hailstorms in May and you can’t form hail into bouquets. Roses are red, violets are blue… that’s as far as I can get because  I’ve seen flowers and I’ve seen your eyes and I know they’re not the same. But your eyes aren’t violet, your eyes aren’t blue. They’re luminescence held down. They’re exploding like supernovas: Collapse into me. I’ll be here with my metaphors and my inkless pen. These should have been love poems but all I can promise is that I’m here for the day you realize your hands are leaking poetry too.

“Do Not Fall In Love With A Poet” –HS (via tofillthegaps)

[superbeethoughts]

You don’t need to promise me the moon and the stars, just promise me you will stand under them with me forever.

(via superbeethoughts)

[overlordfunda]

[lovebrwn]

[a-soul-deep-as-the-ocean]

[laurna]

[your-health-hazard]

[overlordfunda]

[countingonautumn-deactivated201]

[driftingawayintoheaven]

[lovebrwn]

[kronickarsin]

[stilphase]

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