[glowcowboy]

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

[its-your-mind]

the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw

[beautifulterriblequeen]

We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.

[dear-ao3]

night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you

[lavenderainn]

I love you, that is to say I'd hold your jacket on one hand and your fingers in the other. That is to say I'd look you in the eyes for a million seconds. That is to say I'd wait for you if you needed to tie your shoes on the sidewalk. That is to say your soul is a treasure and I'd hold it in the pouring rain.

[lavenderainn]

I think I'd rather enjoy it if my heart was ripped out of my chest and taped to a wall. Preferably next to a window, so that it can see how it is so close to freedom yet so far. I'd like to punish it for beating.

[lavenderainn]

Is it love? I don't know. I just think you have the brightest eyes and most wonderful smile. I look forward to the week days where we can meet and sit and breathe in the same room just a few desks apart. I like the blemishes on your skin and the way you joke with your friends. I think I get butterflies every once in a while but only if you're close to me. When you're not I overthink and I overthink some more until I do something stupid to know you're still there.

I just think that if I could give you love I would. And if you could give me some I'd like that too. We can sit in the grass somewhere and talk about what you want to talk about. I don't know what this is but I want to be with you.

I want you. I want to be with you.

[lavenderainn]

I saw purple sequins in the air

Pouring, glamorous

Echoed in the moon

Masking the concrete with their scattering shadows

Playing hopscotch on the street

In the morning they'll flee and the birds will take their spot

Nighttime rain taking rest in my flowerpot

[lavenderainn]

To express is to tear the roses I've built beneath my skin

And lay out the petals on the stone in front of me

To express means to cut my heart with surgical scissors

And stitch across the wounds muttering in frustration

It means I have to dig myself out of the hole I've opened up

Chew the ground and grit my teeth

And get nothing for an answer

[styrke-deactivated20240722]

feeling validated, heard, seen, and acknowledged in a friendship is so important. it’s the most beautiful feeling i think. being able to tell someone the most private feelings, exposing yourself at the most vulnerable, and being met with empathy, understanding, and confirmation that you’re not just being whiny, spoiled, ungrateful, or any of the other self-deprecating things you tell yourself you are when you’re breaking down. to have someone bring you back to reality when you’re busy minimising your struggles, yeah, that’s really beautiful and it’s truthful. someone who sees you where you are exactly as you are, not better or worse. just you. that’s so important in a friendship. definitely the most beautiful feeling.

[lavenderainn]

All the tunes I fail to play

I'm sure you know the words

An old refrain you hear each day

A singing hummingbird

A list of colours in such an array

You know them all by heart

A tangled paragraph I can't convey

You call the silence art

[lavenderainn]

I feel too much

To a fault, my own detriment

Its a tide that soothes me and nourishes me before it bites me in the back with a thousand fangs

I'm left here making up phrases that get stuck in my teeth

Speeches I almost dared to say to you

And when it rushes away I get a moment of relief

An epiphany followed by the vanishing of light

A thousand made up wounds

[lavenderainn]

Art collab with @landsat !

We drew maiden and overlord from bad end theater :)

[lavenderainn]

Daisy was just about ready to throw her phone across the room and watch it clash against the window seperating herself and the outside world. Her bed was supposed to be a safe space, her escape. Somewhere she didn't have to worry about that aching pressure. But with all of these beautiful girls on the internet, she wonders where else she could run.

[lavenderainn]

Have you been to the garden where birds fill the air? Where the grass is green and the stones are stairs?

Where the rivers are mirrors brushing up on your toes and the fairies will follow where ever you go?

Have you been on the dirt that sings to your soul, on the rocks taking back what the midnight once stole?

Have you seen all the ducks and the crickets and geese chasing wonderful luck under wonderful trees?

I think I've known heaven in the palms of my hands when I held up a frog crouching down on the sand, and the clouds paved a way for the sun up above.

Only then have I known such a flurry of love

[lavenderainn]

If the text on the Polaroids could speak, I think I'd hear your voice.

It would have all the little cracks in just the right places, like how the paper is covered in perfect scratches from our very own fingers. It would clear my head. Calm the waves, even. I'd do just about anything to hear you say the date again.