Eschatology of Emotion

" Aren’t we all just broken heart stories, Listing off our symptoms of loving? " Calamitous Writer, Loving Fighter, Bored on the Internet M, 1998

[pup-purgatory]

[cheshmenoor]

[cantharelluscallula]

Washington

[obscuredallure]

the sun’s a desperate star that burns like every single one before

[expressions-of-nature]

by Vladislav Trushkov

[sustancy]

[irrevocable-itinerant]

I'm up early

Brewing potions of wakefulness for when you rise.

This apothecary's touch is all I know n

I'd spent my youth poisoning my friends with fermentations and permutations to bring the laughter from their throats and rend the sorrow from their eyes.

But today I ride with the sun

As you lay asleep in bed.

And when you rise in the morning I'll hand you an elixir of warmth and you'll sit with me as we greet the day.

[xshayarsha]

“some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea”

— Ocean Vuong, from Night Sky with Exit Wounds; My Father Writes From Prison.

[poems-and-word]

[doobiedrewbie]

sunrise at the falls

[pup-purgatory]

via

[paper-wounds]

[laterkiss]

does anyone want to read the silly poem i once wrote

[laterkiss]

[scribeherself]

Sundays are the universe's way of reminding us that it is okay to be still. it’s a day made of soft fabrics, slow melodies, and the gentle art of doing absolutely nothing with a deeply romantic heart.

[irrevocable-itinerant]

I will find no absolution in your arms.

But I will find peace alone on top of the mountain, the breeze in my hair.

And my fingers wrapped in yours

[michaelnordeman]

Värmland, Sweden (17 July 2020).

[thepersonalquotes]