poetries and prompts of a madwoman

everything my heart aches, i shall write it here Ⱄⱄ libra girl—she/they 18

[ilajoie]

to love is to let yourself live and die tenfolds all over again.

“we keep on coming back to the familiar danger and hurt just so we could feel.”

[ilajoie]

I do not want to overspill, you might end up not wanting a mess. But,

[linecoveredinjellyfish]

my favorite romance trope is like. you dont want to hurt me but i am asking you to hurt me. i need you to stab me. i need you to carve this out of me. i need you to cut something off of me. this will hurt both of us in incredible ways. yours are the only hands i trust enough to weild this knife. you do not want to hurt me. i am asking you to hurt me.

[ilajoie]

DAYM

[ilajoie]

we look at the stars and wish we could be like them, when we've been all along. we were used to burning, we embraced the flame with no little care until we are left nothing but ashes— because we are made of stardusts, we are stars.

[elizabethanism]

when emily dickinson wrote "spring is a happiness so beautiful, so unique, so unexpected, that i don’t know what to do with my heart" and anaïs nin "to feel the spring, to renew my love affair with the world." and sylvia plath "cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul" and rainer maria rilke "it is spring again. the earth is like a child that knows poems by heart." and fyodor dostoevsky "and now it’s spring, so my ideas are always so nice, sharp, inventive, and the dreams i have are tender; everything is rose-coloured"

[ilajoie]

[fairydrowning]

"Days will pass, and you'll abandon things you were addicted to, and leave someone, and cancel a dream, and finally, accept a reality."

– Nizar Qabbani

[ilajoie]

it hits deep to realize we will all grow up sooner and leave something behind. some dreams we will never reach, some one great love we will never have the chance to feel, and some things we love doing right now that will unknowingly be abandoned as time flies by—because either we will have our each slap of reality or be grown and moved past it.

it's scary to think of letting go, to throw away those, to think you will live on not living the life you have aspired, to bury it in memories and soon forget.

[ilajoie]

i am so restless of thinking. you've been running through my mind every damn second of this day (might be running away) and i keep on chasing regardless.

[ilajoie]

overthinking leads to two ways, and you need to have what it takes to decide where path should you choose and the courage to face the journey that lies ahead to either of it—

Ⱄⱄ filthevoid

[ilajoie]

call me beautiful, and look me in the eyes, because none of my past lovers dared to say that and see me intently. say it true, from the gaps of my yellowed teeth, the dark spots and my acne craters, the chaps of this unkissable lips—make it kissable, kiss me and say i am beautiful.

—love me and see that my flaws are what made me an abstract

[thoughtkick]

“The cost of not following your heart is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“Sometimes you have to let yourself get hurt to realize that you are alive.”

— paletemptations

[ilajoie]

“What was it like? To love.”

“It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I hated it, because I knew I couldn’t escape it, and knew it would forever change me.”

—Asterin Blackbeak, Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas

[thestuffedalligator]

My favourite type of movie is “period piece romance but fantasy-horror hijinks happen and now everyone has to adapt to the new genre or die,” ala Curse of the Black Pearl, Anastasia, The Mummy (1999)

[kyraneko]

"everybody has to adapt to the new genre" is really criminally underutilized in general

[ilajoie]

July has always been kind, what you might want to hope is for other people to be as well—and you to yourself.

[thoughtkick]

“It has made me better, loving you.”

— Henry James // The Portrait of a Lady

[missinyouiskillingme]

You can love someone and still choose to say goodbye to them. You can miss someone every day and still be glad they are no longer in your life.

[feral-ballad]

Trista Mateer, from Aphrodite Made Me Do It

[Text ID: “You have to let something / go. You carry too much in your heart. / There’s no room for anything else.”]