my opinion is exactly what you denies;

she/her usually post something I couldn't text him.

[inkpressedpetals]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Melissa Cox

[inkandpaperstuff]

We often hear people saying that:

He/She is not written for me.

But someone poured my heart into words when they wrote:

Yun bhi ho sakta hai ke kisi parinday ko kisi machli se muhabbat ho jaye lekin museebat ye hai ke jaa kr rahen tou kahan rahen?

Kuch aesa hi un logon ke sath hota hai jo aesi cheezon ya insano ki chahat kar beth'ty hain jo un ke liye bani hi nhi hoti. Phir aakhir mai aik ko ur jana hota hai or dusry ko gamon ke samandar mai garq hona parta hai.

[pollen]

Ada Limón, from "Calling Things What They Are"

[daily-spooky]

[daily-spooky]

[caruccio]

Museum dates where she stares at the art and I stare at her.

[aliceinwundeerland]

Him*

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 19, in a letter to her friend (dated Monday, 18 February 1952)

[daily-spooky]

[discrepantie]

“It’s terrifying, isn’t it? That even love isn’t always enough.”

— (via spilled-wordss)

[lone-nyctophile]

Poetry is what helps me remember that even in my fragments, I am whole.

- Jennifer Huang

[veinsofink-deactivated20250222]

How do I cradle love when my hands are razors, when my touch comes cloaked in dreams too sharp to hold. My love wears a mask of everything they’ve ever longed for, yet beneath it lies the beast, claws bared and aching. How do I love when I’ve only ever learned to tear hearts open, to strip them bare when loving feels like flaying, and I am both the wound and the knife..

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[disgustinggf]

[feelingsoftheday]

you're gonna miss the girI that didn’t want anything from you but time and affection

[ihateyouvishal]

mine was same but usse jaaydaad me hissa bhi chaiye tha.

[thoughtkick]

“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”

— Michael Faudet

[pomegranatechrysanthemum]