Virtude

[aboali2024]

The body can lie down. But an anxious mind keeps running long after midnight.

[remanence-of-love]

[minhavida]

{A transitoriedade da vida}

[gothredy]

[unfxded]

⠀

[remanence-of-love]

[crmsnmth]

United We Fall

We used to say together like it was a shield like the world itself could hold up the ceiling

Back then our laughter echoed in the kitchen like loose change in a jar small but promising something

Now we sit on opposite ends of the same couch watching the same television living in completely different rooms

You say my name like it’s something you misplaced

I say I’m fine like a cracked bridge pretending it can hold one more truck

There are quiet wars now cold silences stacked neatly between us like unsent letters

We both know

You can see it in the way our hands don’t reach for each other anymore like they’ve signed some silent treaty

We build this thing together brick by hopeful brick but somewhere along the way We forgot the foundation

And now it trembles

not loudly no explosions no dramatic endings

Just slow fractures spreading through the walls while we sit inside pretending we don’t hear them

They say united we stand

But sometimes two people hold the same structure up for so long their arms grow tired at the exact same moment

and the worst part is

We both know when it fails

we’ll be standing there side by side

watching the dust rise

[september303-deactivated2026032]

I choose to kiss you in the wind 'cause the wind, it understands the language of almost.

It moves like a ghost of touch, a whisper that dares not become voice. My lips, too heavy with unwritten verses, might fracture your stillness. But the wind… it has no past to confess.

I send my love through the hush between branches, in the silver hush of leaves trembling for what are leaves but the skin of silence learning to feel?

You’ll never feel the heat of my want, only its temperature falling like dusk on your shoulder. Because the wind does not beg, does not bleed.

And perhaps that’s mercy. To let my longing become weather, to let it wrap around you unseen a presence that does not demand to be named.

When your hair lifts slightly and you touch your cheek, wondering why the air suddenly sighed know that I was there. Not with hands, but with everything hands ruin.

For love, real love, sometimes arrives as absence shaped perfectly into a breeze. INSTAGRAM

[uss0]

my biggest red flag is that i’m always subconsciously prepared to spend the rest of my life alone.

[nienda-rion]

Always ready. Really don’t want to. But it is what it is

[lessismore-falak-i]

and I pray, and I hope.

[cheshmenoor]

[velhocaos]

me olha com olhar de fome de quem me quer até a alma.

[perriaeyjeve]

[september303-deactivated2026032]

It’s a quiet kind of cruelty to be the one who remembers when the world has already moved on, dusting off its hands and planting flowers over ruins you still kneel beside.

They forget in warm colors sunlight, laughter, new names to call when the night gets cold. But I… I hold on like a wound that doesn’t scab properly, like a song stuck between the teeth of time.

I remember how your laugh cracked like spring thunder, how silence stretched like a noose the day it vanished.

To remember alone is to carry the whole graveyard while smiling like a garden. It is to burn in the background of someone else's peace.

And still, I remember. Because someone must. Because forgetting you would mean losing the last proof that we were real. INSTAGRAM

[september303-deactivated2026032]

I suppose, you never truly love someone until they become the storm that unthreads your spine, until their silence becomes the sound you worship in the temple of your ache.

Love? It isn’t sweet. It is a cathedral that burns from within, while you kneel in the ashes calling it sacred.

You only begin to love when they wound you… not with malice, but with the elegance of unspoken absence, and yet you still see the sun rising from the corners of their name.

I have kissed the knives in their voice, and still called it music. I have bled beneath their indifference, and still wrapped my ribs in the memory of their laughter.

Isn’t that what love is?

To be shattered by the very hands you once reached for salvation, and yet… to still believe those same hands could rebuild your ruins with a single glance?

They broke me… not loudly, but in the kind of way that flowers die when winter forgets to speak.

And I, I kept calling them spring.

Because love, the true kind, isn’t made of soft sonnets and perfect nights. It’s made of bleeding constellations, devotion that survives the fire, and the cruel miracle of still choosing them with every splinter left in you.

You only love when you can’t stop even after everything in you is begging you to.

Love, my dear… is the most violent act. And I… I am its willing casualty.

[inanotherunivrse]

In another universe I punched you in the face for what you did.

[otherline]

In the shadow of our sin

We are where we were never supposed to be, yet the moment feels carved out of inevitability. Her body is beneath my hands, warm, alive, and trembling, and every part of me knows this is wrong yet every part of me aches to keep going. My fingertips trace her as if she were scripture, each curve a line I am desperate to memorize, each breath she gives me another reason to forget the world.

I kiss her not just her lips, but the tender slopes and fragile curves that call me deeper into her. Each kiss is a vow I cannot keep, a hunger I cannot starve, and the more I press my mouth against her skin, the more I realize how utterly lost I am in her. She tastes of something I was never meant to have, and yet I take it anyway, because resisting feels like a kind of death.

Guilt flickers at the edges of my mind, whispering that I’ve crossed too far, that I am stealing moments I have no right to claim. But desire burns louder wild, consuming, unstoppable. And when her breath shudders, when her hands clutch at me instead of pushing me away, I know she feels the same fire that devours me.

So I let myself fall. I kiss her every curve as if I could brand the memory of her into my soul, as if by doing so I could keep her forever, even when the world rips her away. She is danger, she is beauty, she is the sweetest ruin I will ever know and I am willing to be ruined by her.

[sorrrowfull]