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Finite, therefore precious.
a kiss is the beginning of the cannibalism of two souls.
My breaths are borrowed,
her love gives them to me.
Her smile fulfills me,
saves me.
Her beauty awes me.
Her body, majestic in it's entirety,
a mesmerizing work of art.
And her being?
The closest to heaven I'll ever be.
See what the world has cost me
I was once innocent
Ignorance is bliss
the uncomfortable truth settling on me
Like a damp blanket
True love, love at first sight, soulmates
Bullshit, if you ask me
I was told to believe that there is someone
Out there for you, your fated partner, your very own life mate
But all there is is loss, loss, loss
and heartbreak too
See, what the world has cost me
My ignorance, my naivety, my delusions.
Reality has deemed us impossible
what's left for us?
Stories and tales,
we can be whoever we choose
be whoever we want
we'll write our lives the way we desire
without the world's hypocrisy
weighing on us.
Our happily ever after
will live with us
In our happy place.
They say if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Of course it’s going to gaze back. Do you know how many people have gazed, then ran when it finally did?
…I don’t know.....I think I’d just jump into the abyss.
She became a drug in a strange way. The mere thought of her ever leaving was out of the question, i was sure that i'd cease to function properly as a person.
It was as if she was giving me the necessary fuel to breathe, my daily tasks would always be rewarded with kisses and the warmth of her body and she was none the wiser about just how much I needed them.
The clash of teeth when we kiss because we've been smiling foolishly and staring into each other's eyes dreamily, smitten with each other.
I'm afraid of what I will let myself go through for love
Hii! Might be a very personal question but what makes you hope? Be it a place, person, food, a memory, a movie. Something that invades your mind when theres nothing left. Something that vaguely haunts your dreams. Something that stitches your muscle to bone and has been etched onto your heart since time immemorial. Something that makes each breath feel planned and each step lighter than air. What forces you to march on? I hope this finds you in a time of peace and if not, that peace shall soon be delivered unto you.
Firstly, I love those words: “since time immemorial.” They’re part of my favorite word list, and… yeesh, alright, that’s beside the point. Back to your question. I’ve never really thought about it because I’m just a “(shrugs) oh well, it’s happened, let’s move on, shall we?” type of person. But if I really had to choose, I’d say it’s the hope, or delusion, whichever, that the future can still be better. That there can be a better tomorrow, that I can be a better version of myself, be what I want to be, achieve whatever I want to achieve, so… yeah…
I’ve been searching for a reason; for someone to believe in… A soul who holds my chaos and still crumbles at my touch… Someone who, in a world full of guarded walls, becomes tragic for me… My fatal end, my saving grace; all in one.
From the very first spurt of irritation
I knew without a doubt it was over, it was only a matter of time
the same words I've said that made you blush
now make you roll your eyes
seeing my texts compels a sigh
and engaging them bore you to death
the same digs that you used to love now feels insulting
You my love, my endless muse of words and arts
you've given me hundreds of worlds to write about
Now even in tragedy I write, you gave me that too, in devotion and in asunder you're still a poem.
trauma is just more lore.
If I was a fictional character people would be going crazy for me.
we all deserve someone we can open up to about EVERYTHING, our fears, past, dreams, wants, needs, quirks, kinks, fantasies, goals, everything and I hope we find them or they find us.
No, I don’t mind if you’re clingy. In fact, cling to me even more. I don’t mind that you’re needy, I want you to need me. I don’t care if you’re anxious, paranoid, or insecure. I’ll do anything to make you feel a bit more at ease.
underrated love language: curiosity.
we don't get to pick the things that fix us, that makes us whole.