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@b0rn2lose
adelaide khaled
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
Sylvia Plath
screaming at the top of my lungs
no body ever heard me
but now I whisper my words
and you answer, always so clearly
- a.s
Life in a poem.
Art of Vasjen Katro
Autumn Halo, Oda Sakunosuke
[text ID: I think whoever took the word for autumn [秋] and added a heart [心] to make the meaning sorrow [愁] was a genius. I believe that people who really think deeply about things can sense the changing of seasons, especially that which we call the signs of autumn, much better and more intensely than the average person.]
i think we should sexualize haunting
“If you tell people where to go, but not how to get there, you’ll be amazed at the results.”
— George S. Patton
Sometimes, I think I don’t really want to die but rather I want to live in a different universe. I read so many stories of so many worlds where magic is real and people can do amazing things.
But more than that, the characters find their peace. They get to be happy or comfortable and then the story is over. There’s no more, no continual heartbreak or pain for them. The happy ending happens and that’s all.
Knowing that can never be how I get to exist is more painful than most other problems I deal with, I think. Knowing that I will never have that sense of satisfaction, that I’m always chasing the next thing. I don’t really think I want to die. I just don’t want to live like this.
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Flowers We Killed
Take the vine around my soul
and tangle it with your arms
We are pages torn black and white
from the chaos-born love that
we sunk into the sun and bled
Your lips are the poison I held onto
And the tears I sharpened into a river
Remorse is everything but your smile
and every moonlit flower we trampled
If destruction is all we ever cried then
let the sword march into my chest
and let's be the chaos-born love
that we breathe night and day.