𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖘 ^᪲᪲᪲

mystic falls within

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse

[johnnycrass]

being mysterious or hard to read or whatever is all complete shit. nobody cares abt u enough to be on their sherlock shit and try to get in to your mind or heart. nobody is wondering nobody is curious just go ahead and be normal

[eloueramuse]

#realest

[letmesleeponu4sumtime]

I crave simple things. That’s why it feels so personal when those things evade me

[plumslices]

I love love and am terrified of it just like everyone else

[eloueramuse]

i give, give & give out love only to be terrified of the fact i might end up never experiencing the love i need ??

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Dulce María Loynaz, from “Poem XCVI,” in Absolute Solitude: Selected Prose Poems (tr. James O’Connor) (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[nixscriptum]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— unknown (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[eloueramuse]

a tragedy indeed.

[slfcare]

you can spend your life trying to be somebody you’re not, or you can spend your life growing comfortable in who you are.

[eloueramuse]

will we ever be something?

if only you knew,

if only I had let you know,

maybe I should've?

could've?

didn't my eyes confess what the heart yearned?

i loved it,

the beauty of it,

of your own kind,

beautiful like no other,

perhaps there's beauty in tragedy;

how can you even love, if it didn't hurt ?

lingering eyes, anticipating gaze,

left me in a spiralling love maze,

i would give myself, to feel it all,

before i fall into you endlessly,

once again? one last time?

before our lives cage us away,

perhaps. perhaps.

[reean-writes]

Maths And Life!

Destiny was written,

And among many odds

Were some evens.

With zero life began,

Minus and plus,

two paths were given

It will go and anyways,

decided on decision taken.

From there every decision

was a geometrical design,

Based on acute, right and obtuse thoughts,

and efforts assigned.

Numerous people came from,

Hundreds to tens to unit's place

But few were simply of prime race,

Unique, undivided, and worthy of praise.

Was a phase when composite people

were at every gaze

With them time was like a maze.

Matrix of feelings,

Got complex with increasing age

Salving it always ended up in rage.

Cardinal dreams in ordinal society,

is a sign of duality

Need a stubborn ass to not let the dreams

fade in reality.

Everything in life is a numerator,

With love as a common denominator

Intersection of two hearts with a linear line

Should grow old like wine,

intoxicating the world with it's charm fine.

Only a solution

to all the confusion,

Is to bring mind, body and soul,

in one simple equation

[lunamonchtuna]

to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.

[eloueramuse]

to be loved without having to beg for it <3

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

I firmly believe that some stories can never be translated into a different medium and that's okay

[anauthor01]

Your Arms

By: An Author

I remember the wha your arms felt at night. Warm, lovable, and comfortable. They felt safe, a happy place. They felt safe at night when I was in my mood or when my eyes were pouring down rain. I’d do anything to feel that warmth in my soul again. The look of love in your eyes, pure love. A sight to see, it wasn’t rare back then but the way you made me feel, felt like seeing the solar eclipse. More beautiful and pure than the last.

[eloueramuse]

dear lord,

only if we knew how to handle love when being offered generously. yearning for love in every lifetime yet undervaluing the forms of it. The ultimatum & underlying synonym of love has gone unnoticed as everyone has constrained its meaning to only romanticism. The forms love can take are endless. Being seen, understood, remembered, cherished, held & sought after; are predominantly the most beautiful forms love can ever take. but is it being valued?

or do we push it down the hollow deep ends because we think we are undeserving of love?

[literarydesire]

Its dark at 4 and frost covers the pavement in the morning

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

[lenainwonderland]

- Vladimir Nabokov