phase one .

LIKE PHASES OF THE MOON  ,  THIS IS HOW I START AGAIN . meta - heavy , private , original character : afsa farouq .  told by vena .

[ohdorotheabrooke]

olivia cooke + gouache version

[mataab]

          𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 ,     afsa -  gul  farouq  ,  embodiment of the moon ,  meta - heavy ,  original character .   𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐚 .

[wonders-of-the-cosmos]

Moon and Venus by frankastro

[lifeinpoetry]

this uncomfortable tension / between me and God.

Zaid Shlah, from “Thirty-Three Beads on a String,” Inclined to Speak: An Anthology of Contemporary Arab American Poetry

[themerciful]

[mataab]

hey guys , so as you may or may not have noticed i havent rly been writing here .  i still log in at least once a week to see all you beautiful ppl and what ur all posting but i’ve kinda just been doing my own thing on a writing blog , essentially writing with myself as its what im comfortable doing right now .  just dropping by to let you all know tht i do intend on coming back,  afsa is a very important oc to me, one that is very personal and that i am deeply connected to,  but in the mean time you are absolutely free to unfollow if inactive blogs bother you or ur just clearing through ppl you dont write with .  alsodont ever be afraid to message me if you just wanna talk or get my discord , im always down for that !  love u all !

[milksshrimp]

gold

[thesoundofmusic1965-deactivated]

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you’re my number one you’re the one i want and you’ve turned down every hand that has beckoned me to come

[mryaga]

❝  this would be hard for you if you were weak, but you are not weak.  ❞

               ‘   𝘪’𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 ,  𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 .    ’     weak ,   yes he is weak .   this is a secret he bears in solitude ,  only feeling the weight of it in darkness ,   when he comes to rest his head at night .   he’ll watch it glow in the room ,  a moonbeam ,  a placeholder ,  a reminder of past shortcomings .   assured ,   with time he has learned to guise it ,  learned to build a fortress of combat and arsenal around it ,  arm it ,  teach it to bare its teeth .

               but every now and then ,  it whispers in his ear ,  something so somber ,  melancholy .   his own bogeyman ,   a phantom .   even she will eventually see him for what he is ,  a cowering man in the fortress he’s built .   even she will eventually turn away .   he fears that day .     ‘   𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 .      𝘪-   𝘪'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 .    ’               @mataab  .

[talesfromthecrypts]

Paterson (2016) dir. Jim Jarmusch

[electricraccoonincident-deactiv]

– Jenny Molberg, “The Outer Core”

[mataab]

❝  but dreams have ensavaged me.  ❞

          ❝    rest ,  john .   you must heal your mind .    ❞     before her ,  the reaper comes a broken man ,  and bleeds like one too .   weariness in its rawest form .   she will take care of him ,  she will answer when he beckons her           mend him for whatever may come tomorrow ,  when she is no longer around .   

               she has come to learn he is docile in many ways ,  deadly in others            but tonight ,  the moon tames the beast ,  as he confides in her in the dark of his hotel room .   head in her lap ,  she thrums through inky strands of his hair ,  soft eyes roam tired features .   the weight of him against her a reminder that he is indeed ,  real ,  lucid before her .     

               ❝    rest ,   may you fall into a dreamless slumber ,  om’ram .    ❞     there is much she may never know of her man of the night .   silently ,  she wonders :   what does the reaper dream of  ?              @mryaga .

[mataab]

          can i just say how much i rly appreciate every single one of my mutuals .  like this bitch seriously goes missing for weeks , is hardly active , comes back , and y’all still show me so much love , i cant thank u all enough .  :’ )

[fariyaad]

❝  anger is a bitter lock. but you can turn it.  ❞

              𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙺𝙴𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙵𝙴𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙳  ,   lost to aeons ,   abandoned along with the passage of time .   like her ,   a myth .   for only the moon listens now ,  envelops you in her luminescence ,  cloaks your hard heart with her softness .   cry out ,   pour your bitter heart into her hands .   watch the moon mend it .     ‘    dear mahtaab ,   divine one ,   what do you know of anger  ?    ’     pain personified ,   she is savage ,  cruel .   shahmaran confides to the moon ,  restrained choler and wettened eyes .       ‘    my time for atonement has gone ,   mahtaab .   only wrath covers me now ,  it has hold of my heart .   my being .   i am cursed .    ’               @mataab  .

[leucrottafurialis]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Black eyes, passionate eyes, ruby lips, dimpled cheeks, the moon, whispers,

Anton Chekhov, from The Complete Works of Anton Chekhov; “The Bear,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[mataab]

falsemyth‌   .

         “i’ve not experienced much of this world,” she said softly, her mood brightens, “i’d like that, i heard the rides are fun,”

         ❝    it’s lots of fun ,   you’ll see .   there is much for you too see ,  to experience ,   eden .      ❞     lips bloom a smile ,  and joy touches her eyes at the eden’s fervor ,     ❝    truth be told ,  i’m not exactly a fan of the rides  . .    ❞