this entire blog is simply just a compilation of my soul yearning
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@aerytones
this entire blog is simply just a compilation of my soul yearning
fatima aamer bilal, from coffin heart? bury me.
[text id: how did you get so close that i have to dissect you out from under my skin? / memory is a deathbed. remembrance is a grave. the memory of you is a scab that i keep picking so that it scars. a burn, a souvenir, something to claw at that claws back at me. / i refuse to be haunted by something less. / there's a sun-sized ache where your hands used to be. / and now that your place is empty, the blood in my heart pumps around nothing. / nothing. / nothing at all. / senseless circulation. / what am i to live for when i have made my body my casket? / where am i to go from here? / and i always knew longing had another name she wouldn't let me call her by â it's hunger. / my heart grew up to be far more starved than my stomach. / it's the things you learn in your childhood, from the words of your mother, from the hands of your father. / if your teeth do not graze my bones, i do not wish for you to kiss me. / how have i turned gentle love into such devastation? / such greediness? / i carry a coffin for a heart; everything i love must be buried. / plant your garden in the cracks of my skinâmud, gravel, everything. let my blood be water to cater to your needs. / terrible, terrible human, thinks barbarity and love are words of the same meaning. / a mad dog would be a far more gentle lover to the rocks being thrown at him. / and, my dear, i wouldn't ask you to fold me in the pages of your favorite book, just the embedment of fingers between my ribs. / how did you get so close that i have to dissect you out from under my skin? / GET CLOSER.]
- While the media calls it the resistance of the Ukrainian people to the Russian invasion, on the other hand, the resistance of the Palestinian people to the Israeli occupation is called terrorism.
I am as the poet says, a tragedy.
How are you ?
Cerebrally pained. *sighs*
Hi, aerytones, how are you? đđđ
Hey! I am sorry for replying so late. I haven't been keeping well, better now. How have you been??
god i hate how aesthetic-obsessed we have become. iâm not talking about cottagecore or dark academia or any of the other -cores, iâm talking about everything being so glossy and pretty and perfect and smooth and one-liner hot takes and feel-good own-the-conservatives progressivism and Top 10 Company Tweets We Laughed At and ring lights and young vloggers with pastel-perfect colour-corrected lives and carefully curated messy title cards and perfect montages being called âphoto dumpsâ and bookstagrams or booktoks or bookblrs who buy every book they read, not a library edition in sight and âthat girlâ and this is how you age when youâre unproblematic and glow ups and âcleanâ âinclusiveâ beauty and earth tones and minimalism and filming random people without their consent and definition of the self through consumption of goods and ggrgehwrgehrgehrgehrgehrrerg
âplease donât touch my heart, unless you plan to stayâ
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Did it hurt when you realised brooding fictional men with dark hair written by women donât exist
Bestie. You need therapy. Not a Fae prince with midnight hair and razor sharp jawline who hates you because he thinks of you. Often. It's disgusting, and he can't stop.
emotionally damaging books.
Based on your likes!
Do you ever just have that one person you have a tiny subtle little crush on and itâs just never going to go away.
These sounded poetic together :)
iâm okay with fictional men becoming unhinged over the loves of their lives actuallyÂ
@Heathcliff
we are all very lonely and desperate for friendship i dont think you will really embarrass yourself by unabashedly seeking it out. i think you will find many other people are also looking for it. people will gravitate towards you if you just let them. its going to be fine