love and death

the unquiet grave

[langleavpoetry]

[untamedunwanted]

“Listen to me, girl, you have castles inside your bones, coronets in your heart, if he threatens you with battle, you raise him a whole war, the last time I checked, Queens cower before no man.”

— Nikita Gill

[poemsaboutyoubaby]

“When will our eyes meet again?”

— Six word story. // A.S.B

[lamortetlamour]

The quiet of the night, enclosed in her room was interrupted but the light rain which washed over. The patterned drops on her roof calmed her in her sleep, lulling her to her dreams.

The soft hush of water turned to bullets, drowning the comfort of the dark. She stirred.

“Who is there?” There was no one. Just the rain. That is what she told herself.

But she couldn’t leave the feeling.

Resisting the temptation to fall to slumber again, she arose from her bed and slowly paced toward the window, the night peeking through the crevice of her mistake, her carelessness in leaving the window slightly ajar.

The corner of her windowsill was damp, the droplets sparkling with the lightning which accompanied the downpour. She reached for the frame with the intent to shut out the aggression of the storm. But she couldn’t. Her hand froze.

She could see stars.

The brashness, anger of the wind and the rain continued, the lightning struck and thunder roared.

But she heard none of it.

All she could hear, were the whispers of the gleaming lights of night. The stars.

[lamortetlamour]

i’m only alive because i feel like i have to be.

[beifongkendo]

Nakamise-dori, near Senso-ji temple in Asakusa, Tokyo.

[lamortetlamour]

I am no one’s but my own, but I may give myself as I choose.

Why waste giving myself to those who would much rather take me by force?

[lamortetlamour]

I’m obsessed with couple scenes where one falls asleep against the other, completely vulnerable. Trusting someone that much, to slip into your weakest state with just them by your side is an immensely important sign of trust, I feel.

I’m also very tired all of the time. I don’t sleep very soundly; I’m always on edge, filled with anxiety. Maybe when I find someone, I’ll feel at ease enough to sleep well. It sounds a bit pathetic that I can’t just protect myself, and feel at ease in that sense, but I feel like I can finally sleep when someone is there to guard me.

I’m sleepy.

[bunlly]

This girl who stands so quiet and grave at the mouth of hell. This girl who is all quietness and sanity and innocence. You wondered why I wanted her?

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via lazypacific)

[lamortetlamour]

“When does a Monster cry?”

—When his reason for murder is Love.

[lamortetlamour]

“I feel the outline of you,

yet I know not who you are.

You hold me in your arms,

yet I cannot see your face.

Who are you?

If only God could tell me.

It hurts much more

to miss someone you can’t remember.”

– I loved you.