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@hisgaeul
Demanded nothing, Poem: Ms. Jolly, Monday through Friday
Wanted to write something Beauty And The Beast themed 🌹
i read fancy words i dont know how to pronounce in hopes that one day i would learn a better way to write my love for you
because god forbid a day comes when my soul dares to abandon your soul before its ready to let go
i want to leave behind a trails of ink to prove how besotted I was with you
so when your soul finds its way to heaven and sees me kneeling on the doors it wouldnt sulk at me but rather pick me up hold me close and say that the path of letters i left behind led you to me and it was indeed a beautiful journey
but alas
the destination is where my heart lies
“You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.”
— Iyanla Vanzant
love elizabeth s.
— Rachel Mennies, from The Naomi Letters "April 18, 2017" (via lunamonchtuna)
haiku #7, tathev simonyan
Louise Glück, from a poem titled "Blue Rotunda," featured in Averno: Poems, originally published in 2006
“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”
— Epiphany
Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.
Emery Allen
its funny how i believed that absence of his mere presence was what made me yearn for him and then i realised his presence was never something i could use the word ‘mere’ with
his presence to me was the scent of oxgyen my lungs were filled with and i could’ve never possibly not yearn for him