Dead Fiction

| Aimé | 27 | Just the writings of a girl from a far away land. Not human, a bit alien but most of all a big fan of every mundane thing that has ever happened.

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My writing has moved (and grown up)

My new home: https://aiimsolo.substack.com/

Some of my recent essays:

My Father Will Never Love Me Like His Sons

an essay about my father, his favoritism, and my desire to be loved

I am My Mother's Daughter

an essay about my mother, her silence and my desire to be different.

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I'm hungry for love, ravenous, that even the slightest sign of affection - makes me want their gaze to be only mine their next words to be spoken to me for their name to leave my lips as a prayer. I want to devour love, eat it whole, feel it so completely it obliterates me, feel fulfilled from a single kiss - a lingering sigh, a light whisper I want it all and I want it now.

[owlyjules]

My full piece for @novaandmali “Classics…but make it Gay!” Volume 3!

I am so glad I was able to participate in the Final Volume! 

This is my interpretation of “Les Nébuleuses” by J.J Grandville!

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— Paul Guest, from “1987.”

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A Love Poem to All the Boys I Have Had Feelings for

THE FIRST You remind of the sunrise, warm and subdued yarn left around the house, dishes being washed ballet dancers getting ready, morning dew, children laughing and bear hugs on summer days. Strong point of views being played out for fun spirits dancing with us as we dreamt of each other. Twisted woods, dusk settles between our bones dark turns and empty streetlights; the light is off, the tub draining away the water, the scent of blood, bright laughter becomes brittle sighs, eyes far away, childish glee turns into melancholy air, smoke floats, empty promises and broken hands… tears not mine. I’m sorry.

SUMMER BOY California beaches, smoldering heat against my back watery glances, subtle signs, sand beneath our toes boats still afloat, the scent of birth in mid-air, breathless, sunny dispositions, friendship embedded in our veins, soft touches, hitched sounds, probing gestures, forbidden. Break ups and make ups, false intentions, broken families; empty stomachs and model fantasy, iron starts to break, stretched out silences, stolen kisses as we  went our ways. Went back to empty houses, dads have gone away, rebellion– sins behind doors, taboo in touches, you went back to her. You should be sorry.

STRANGER IN MY BED Lonely touches, willow roots intertwined in our sounds, whiskey breath, insomnia and pills, treacherous words; we become desperate in touches that weren’t ours. Gropes and pleas, two lonely stars mingled for a night. Monsters and gods, reality and fiction, opposites; stale heart, open wounds there was nothing left but childish pride and empty lungs. Ran away silently, opened our eyes and the willow tree ate us up entirely. Loneliness is real. BLUE EYES Rambunctious laughter, sunshine hair in boyish eyes storms inside your heart, losses we can’t leave behind silently whispering needs, kisses in hands go away. Smiles paint mischief, a fool’s journey seemed to crash desolate, confused, flowers that were never able to bloom, lead by simple strings, hazelnut coffee lingers on my tongue. Forgiveness heals.

[quotemadness]

“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”

— Kurt Vonnegut

[quotemadness]

“A lot of people tell me I’m a bit dreamy. But I like the idea of that. Of being somewhere else.”

— Alex Turner

[thoughtkick]

“There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice

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You are not born with inner strength You have to fight for it Even if it is yourself You have to battle

Angelique (via bubblegum73)

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“Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn’t happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?”

— Elizabeth Scott

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“Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”

— Gilda Radner

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“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.”

— Mitch Albom

[madcat-world]

Apr (3 of 4) - exellero

[adrasteiax]

HAIMON: Do not believe that you alone can be right. The man who thinks that, The man who maintains that only he has the power To reason correctly, the gift to speak, to soul— A man like that, when you know him, turns out empty.

Sophocles, from Antigone [translated by Dudley Fitts and Robert Fitzgerald] (via adrasteiax)

[argonauticae]

ANTIGONE: The fields were wet. They were waiting for something to happen. The whole world was breathless, waiting. I can’t tell you what a roaring noise I seemed to make alone on the road. It bothered me that whatever was waiting, wasn’t waiting for me.

Antigone, Jean Anouilh (trans Lewis Galantiere)

[quotemadness]

It took me a long time to learn that mistakes aren’t good or bad, they’re just mistakes, and you clean them up and go on.

Kaye Gibbons (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

Don’t hold on to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

Leo Buscaglia (via quotemadness)