Fairy With A Pen

I wish I knew how to define myself but I'm not at a loss. I love the complexities within myself that I cannot fathom. Out of all things nice, I love 'words', both reading and writing. 

[fairywithapen]

I can’t blame you for the lies you told me for I’ve been lying to myself all this time. Even when everything was so vivid I kept buying your fabricated love.

[fairywithapen]

my final act of love is to let your absence devastate me

[fairywithapen]

21 Dec, 5am

I was standing in a washroom, washing my hands again and again, when I saw blood mixing with the water and running down my fingers, and no matter how hard I scrubbed, the blood wouldn’t stop. The sink felt endless, my hands burned, and a deep panic took over because nothing was working and I didn’t know how to make it end. I kept washing as if I could clean away something far heavier than skin.

Then I woke up abruptly, gasping, my chest tight, my body shaking, as if this was the death of me, reaching for my phone in terror only to realize it was just a dream, and the person I wanted to run to no longer existed in my life.

[theweightofexisting]

[fairywithapen]

I have dreams.

Dreams where I summon you,

And you appear.

Out of thin air, out of my ache, out of my memories.

I touch you with my thoughts and fall under the spell. Spiralling, reeling, awake, that’s our goodbye.

Until we meet again.

Only in my head.

[scorpionlafemme]

[heavenly-lowkey]

⠀

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“if i were you-” you’d collapse and burst into flames if you were me.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I fall asleep whispering "I am safer alone I am safer alone l am safer alone l am safer alone" [...] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.”

— Clementine von Radics, from James

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[fairywithapen]

Anne Shirley, I'm in love with you.

[fairywithapen]

[wovi]

[fairywithapen]

My final act of love is to leave you untouched by my shadow.

[morepeachyogurt]

alone with you in the ether by olivie blake

[metamorphesque]

— Vladimir Mayakovsky, A Cloud in Trousers

[nemralam]

-Majnuu

The above quote was from one of Qays ibn al-Mulawwah (Majnun’s) poetry that was recorded for Layla bint Mahdi (Layla) before his descent into madness // Story of Layla and Majnun (book) was written by a Persian poet "Nizami Ganjavi" who wrote this masterpiece based on a true story of a young man called Qays ibn al-Mulawwah (Majnun) in the 7th century when Arabs defeated Persia and Ctesiphon was destroyed and Persians built Iraq. // Originally the book was published in 1484 AD

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

my final act of love is staying away from you for the rest of life.