I exist.

Simply floating through clouds, looking for a garden to claim as home.

[joytri]

[dandyliooon]

Rejection

I am fine. I truly am. The tears that run down my face is purely from surprise. I could never cry over something like this; something I knew was bound to happen; something I felt in my bones every night I prayed for acceptance. My ego is simply bruised, that's the only reason I'm in your arms sobbing right now. You were the plan to finally show people I am worth wanting, but that's now gone. You were my dream, my inspiration, my muse. I didn't have any hope, or at least... I thought I didn't.

[dandyliooon]

I Am Not Who You Want

You're a puppy in love with an idea, a dream.

You're an innocent reaching out for my hand, drumming on about how my beauty is a comfort to your heart, how you wish to spend eternity drawing me, how you pray for me to be by your side.

The moon may be beautiful, only for the fact that it is admired from afar.

I weep knowing that if I were to ever accept you, to ever allow you into my life, your disappointment would be too much to bear.

[dandyliooon]

May God Have Mercy On You

An ocean,

Tugging, pulling, drowning.

Oh how dangerous these waves are, that I know.

But oh, how tempting

To die fighting

In a glorious attempt to save what you could.

But just as honey,

Your breaths will stick in your lungs,

Clogging every pore.

As beautiful as it may be

In a devestating painting,

The unbearable pain

Will never be worth it.

Give up.

Let the waters take you swiftly.

Be merciful.

[juha-art]

neverafter // wild geese by mary oliver

[dandyliooon]

My Rotting Garden

The stress inside Begins to fester and rot All while I try to hide its mold under The plastic flowers I found on the side of the road.

[sweetd3lights]

[metamorphesque]

—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

[That’s what the world is, after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.]

[dandyliooon]

Majnun

They tell me "Crush the desire for Layla in your heart!" But I implore thee, oh my God, Let it grow even stronger. Take what is left of my life and add it to Layla's. Let me never demand from her as much as a single hair, even if my pain reduces me to the width of one! Let her punish and castigate me: her wine alone shall fill my cup, and my name shall never appear without her seal. My life shall be sacrificed for her beauty, my blood shall be spilled freely for her, even though I bum for her painfully, like a candle, none of my days shall ever be free of this pain. Let me love, oh my God, Love for love's sake, and make my love a hundred times as great as it was and is!

-- Nizami Ganjavi --

An excerpt from the epic poem written about the love story of Layla and Majnun [Majnun: crazy; he was literally crazy in love with Layla]

[dandyliooon]

I Cannot Remember When I Awake

I thought I had moved on, Yet every night, As I drift off to sleep I feel a numbness spread through my heart, As you make your way through my subconsciousness, And into the dreams that soon envelop me.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Letters to Milena, Franz Kafka

[dandyliooon]

Loving an Artist

I loved a boy With a gentle soul And a wicked mind. He tore me to pieces Then spent quite a while Building me up Into a lovely mosaic. I may not look like how I used to before But hey At least I'm still beautiful.

[wandererinthestacks]

I choose to love you in silence. For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness. For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance. For distance will shield me from pain,

I choose to hold you in my dreams. For in my dreams, you have no end.

Rumi

Instagram: @solitudeismyeuphoria

[dandyliooon]

-If you-

You'd be a spring shower if you were water and you'd be a dawn dream if you were sleep.

Among the stars you'd be a full moon that ascends the black sky

and if you were night you'd be the night lovers meet.

-- Majnun Layla (7th c.) --

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

رميت كل قواميس في النار وسميت لغتي.

I threw all of my dictionaries in the fire and named you my language.

[feral-ballad]

Forgive me if I loved you so violently and so madly, for violence is my weapon to write and my weapon when I love. And madness is the last gold ring I place on your fingers.

Nizar Qabbani, tr. by Nayef al-Kalali, from Republic of Love: Selected Poems; “Love of 1994”

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

{Alice Oseman, Radio Silence/ Emily Palermo, from Untitled/ Franz Kafka, from Diaries/ Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar/ Marya Hornbacher, Waiting/ Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Galatea Kazantzaki wr. c. May 1922/ Mahmoud Darwish/ Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; "The Old Portrait"/ Lyric Hunter, from "A Garden," Swallower/ Albert Camus/ Varsha/ Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Meek One}