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THE TWILIGHT SAGA: NEW MOON (2009) dir. Chris Weitz
Black Sunday AKA Mask of Satan (1960)
“ Don’t we make a lovely couple? “
Van Helsing (2004)
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“A lifetime spent waiting for someone
though the waiting began before this life ever did.”
“A meeting meant to happen once,
undone by time, by fate, by whatever name loss answers to.”
“So the waiting did not end.”
“It followed quietly into another life,
unbroken, unresolved, patient enough to remain.”
“And this time, the meeting happened.”
“Not to stay.
Not to become.”
“Only to be seen.”
Or maybe that’s not it
“And even if the reward is nothing more
than the sight of them
the waiting was not wasted.”
A really different type of posts but also real
A desire? Lust? A need?
With you, I feel monstrous and divine.
Narcissistic strength floods my veins
I feel untouchable, crowned.
An empress drunk on her own power, furious she couldn’t conquer you,
that your empire still stands beyond my control.
I feel powerful, inflated, almost cruel.
Like I could dominate anything , maybe even you.
And when I can’t, it turns into anger, into ego, into this sharp need to prove myself.
You wake up desire that isn’t gentle.
It’s restless, competitive, a little vengeful.
I don’t know if you give me power
or if you just remind me of where I don’t have it.
I want to stay away from you.
I tell myself I should.
But the feeling you pull out of me
I keep coming back for it, even when it costs me.
The ache of our hands
touching, almost touching
a silence humming louder than breath.
Your skin, soft as a promise
the world forgot how to keep,
lingers on my senses,
something I can never quite release.
I crave the sight of you
the way one craves dawn after a long night,
as if seeing you again
might rearrange the stars inside my chest.
There is in me a reckless reverence
a desire to unmake you gently,
not to ruin,
but to know you beyond names and fear,
to touch what the world calls sacred
and feel it tremble under my devotion.
As if you were never ordinary,
as if you were carved from wonder,
placed here only once,
and my hands were fated
to learn the truth of you.
I do want you.
But not gently.
Not simply.
I want you in the way thoughts linger too long.
In the way something familiar starts to feel dangerous
because it matters.
I want my name to unsettle you when it appears,
to tilt something in you
just enough that you notice.
I want you to think of me when you don’t mean to,
to wonder why I’re still there,
why you haven’t been able to place me somewhere harmless.
I want you to want me past comfort,
past the version of yourself that stays in control.
To question whether it’s desire or attachment—
and feel uneasy about how little that difference matters.
I want to be the place you rest
and the thought that keeps you awake.
I don’t just want you.
I need you to feel how deeply
I choose you.
I need you to need me
I keep wondering if I exist in your mind the way you exist in mine.
Not loudly. Not romantically.
Just there ,persistent, unavoidable.
I wonder if a thought of me slips in when you’re not inviting it.
If it interrupts something else.
If you notice the interruption.
I wonder if your body reacts before you decide how you feel.
If something tightens.
If something hesitates.
I wonder if you ever stop and ask yourself why I’m still there.
And whether the answer unsettles you the way it does me.
I hope it does.
I want you to want me—not comfortably.
I want you to need me—not proudly.
I want it to sit with you,
quiet, pressing,
refusing to leave.
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