The true mind can weather all lies and illusions without being lost.
The true heart can touch the poison of hatred without being harmed.
From beginningless time, darkness thrives in the void, but always yields to purifying light.

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The true mind can weather all lies and illusions without being lost.
The true heart can touch the poison of hatred without being harmed.
From beginningless time, darkness thrives in the void, but always yields to purifying light.
The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
The age demanded that we flow
And hammered in the bung.
The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.
And in the end the age was handed
The sort of shit that it demanded.
— The Age Demanded, Ernest Hemingway
"I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively, Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I'd write to the point of suffocation.
I'd write myself into nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I'd write about you a lot more than I should."
- Benedict Smith
we did not fall in love in october
but as the world grows colder
and the days get shorter
we might as well be falling in love all over
again, this october
“I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
after depression, my days are spent challenging myself to be the happiest i have ever been
in this moment, i cannot think of a time where i have been happier
the game master comes home tomorrow
she started a game no one wants to play
and now everyone is losing
why would you make me play?
her marks on your neck
are bruises on your heart now
you used to love the pain
because she knew how
striving to be as masterful
lips hesitantly touch skin
overthinking the motions
nibble to let insecurity in
jealousy cascades
blue veins red with fire
losing feeling; turn to stone
i am not the one to desire
i knew what i wanted
i went in and got it
did all the things that you said that i wouldn’t
i told you that i would never be forgotten
all in spite of you
— alive by sia
i know there were people before me and that i shouldn’t feel insecure
but some days i wish i could ask you
“were they better than me?”
not because i want you to tell me i’m the best you’ve ever had
or that your past lovers are dead to you now
no, i want you to be honest in such a way that i have no choice but to trust your words
no matter what they may be
i don’t like to use the word hate
but if you compare the love i have for you
to the love i have for others
i might as well hate everyone else
because no love will ever compare
to the beauty of loving you
am i doing this to fulfill my own desires or to fit into society’s mold of what a perfect teenager should be?
you never know how unhealthy your past relationships were until you’re in a healthy one
i remember the screams that escaped from the deepest depths of my soul when i realized you were gone
she told me, “everything is going to get better,” but i was convinced it never could
until i met him
and now the only screams that escape are feelings of love, feelings of being wanted
things i had to beg for to get from you
you will never bruise my soul again
and neither will he because he could never stoop as low as you
When you go and I'm alone
You live in my imagination
The summertime and butterflies
All belong to your creation
I love you, it's all I do
I love you
—Olivia One Direction
tightrope walking
as high as birds fly
silently stalking
a boy with eyes like the sky
i’m staying up late again.
i cant seem to say goodnight to the boy who puts stars in my eyes.
it’s far too beautiful to sleep.