🍂

[manummmsworld]

Love is a viscous thing

Or so i have heard

It’s a dagger you turn inside yourself

Until the last breathe escapes your lips

Some say love is like coming home

And oh honey, i was a nomad

Before my stars crossed yours

[manummmsworld]

Until the day you find your way back to me, I will keep falling in love with the idea of you.

[muresetivoire]

Perhaps you are the melancholic desire of my nightmares;

Or maybe you're my poem I could never write

[resqectable]

“If nothing else, one day you can look someone straight in the eyes and say ‘But I lived through it. And it made me who I am today.’”

— Iain Thomas (via perfectquote)

[luthienne]

Christian Wiman, from Once in the West; "Music Maybe"

[Text ID: one wants in the end just once to be friend / one's own loneliness, // to make of the ache of inwardness— // something, // music maybe,]

[muresetivoire]

Bitches be yearning over the romance they read in literature.

Its me, I'm bitches.

[astrophagy]

“I worshipped the myth I made of you, but I’m off my knees / now.”

— Traci Brimhall, from “Dear Eros,” Come the Slumberless To the Land of Nod (via lifeinpoetry)

[stuckinapril]

please stop expecting me to actually go to sleep when i say “goodnight.” the moon is awake and therefore so am i

[metamorphesque]

[m--xx]

Co-napping is a beautiful thing. Knock out with me so I know it’s real

[manummmsworld]

Another year is gone

And I am still here all alone

[photografya-deactivated20230917]

[manummmsworld]

Tell me how to lift your sorrows

Because you are slipping away

Oh my darling, i know

You are torn, wrecked

I can’t help but save you

Let me touch your velvet bones

Let me mend your broken soul

Let me show you,

How much my soul yearns for yours

How my fingers tremble

When i touch you

As if i hold on too tightly

You might turn to dust

In my bare hands

Come back, my love, come back

Let me in your anguished heart

Let me synchronise,

Your beats to mine

Breathe i say, breathe me in

Make me a part

Of your beautiful chaos

You seem to be

The essence of me

Cut short and find me

Gasping, drowning

You are my Nemesis

I am your Aphrodite

Everyday you pull me deeper in you

And each day I love you

More than yesterday

[gazanarchive]

I overthink. I over love. I over feel. I’m the sea or I’m nothing.

Juansen Dizon

[surqrised]

“i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)…”

— e.e. cummings, “i carry your heart with me” (via meineluft)

[enamouredpoet-deactivated202205]

i am outraged that someone has not yet fallen in love with me poetically in a museum

[verydazedragon]

Guns are impersonal. Knives are brutal. But a bow and arrow...that's elegance. It is a handwritten letter in an age of text messages. A bow and arrow really says "from me, to you, with hugs and kisses."