I miss my old friends and lovers. I wish they were here in person so we could catch up because I'm just no good at keeping up online anymore. If it's not in front of me it doesn't really feel real anymore.

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I miss my old friends and lovers. I wish they were here in person so we could catch up because I'm just no good at keeping up online anymore. If it's not in front of me it doesn't really feel real anymore.
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Well, of course I know them. They're me.
It is dark but you are safe, the moon protects her lovers. She is fully radiant and smiles upon you. The path is lit by will-o-wisps, blinking on and off, illuminating the way. The hour is lost and you are in no hurry. You smell woodsmoke, potions brewing, the perfume of spells.
devotion that corrupts is my favorite btw there's nothing wrong with it ever & it should be encouraged
when i say "romanticise the ordinary" i don't mean "hide all aspects of your life that do not fit under some kind of aesthetic" but rather "strive to find beauty in all the little things because i promise you, happiness can be found everywhere"
i’m just like a gaping wound but a girl
I'm such a cruel and awful monster, I take your kindness and love that you give me, even though I'm undeserving of it. I always want more, more, more. It's never enough, I could drown myself in you and your purity and still this filthy and wretched hunger in me would not be satisfied. You deserve better. I almost hope you wisen up and leave me. Leave me for something better. Oh but my darling, I'm a cruel and selfish beast. I will keep you with me as long as I can, until you see the rot you associate with
Decaying sounds so peaceful. Imaging I'm finally laying down to rest permenatly this time and just letting everything go and existing? I finally get to exist in my most natural state. No worries about anyone else, no concerns for the future or past. I only exist in the moment, and I exist to sleep and relax. To just finally let go. What other bliss could compare?
My eyes are slow and weighted down, my chest feels so heavy and full, and my head is so clouded and light. I am grounded in a reality that doesn't exist and I want nothing more than to escape. Why can't I live in the reality that everyone shares? Why do I have to be stuck alone here and so, so miserable?
Why is existence so heavy on the chest?
there is something so astral about lying on ur bedroom floor in early summer at 2am, thinking n feeling n writing poetry but mostly thinking, window open as the cool night air drifts in n makes everything feel like earth n sky simultaneously. it’s like that space of bodily silence after one big exhale n the next breath u take. i feel like i’m in mourning constantly. i wake up everyday clinging to love n leaving it in small ribboned parcels to give any chance i get. i could be better. this doesn’t frighten me, only makes me try harder. i miss everyone n i’m thinking of everyone too.
‘orion’
give yourself time to grow by adam b. (prints available in my shop)
i’m so thankful we’re alive to smell flowers and touch saltwater and get chilled in the breeze and take deep breaths and make foods warm with love and dance and laugh and move and wake up and dig our hands in dirt and eat strawberries and draw mindlessly and remember and sing and joke and walk down the same street again and again and make meaning. we are so lucky we get to be and feel and keep going