pixie

i know only love girl, write poetry, cry a little more than i should

[pixie-sp1t]

i’ll never promise to love someone forever because at some point i always end up hating everyone i have loved. it’s such a fine line between the two. 

[pixie-sp1t]

no one really knows this about me but i write a lot of prose not just poetry and i think a lot of it is pretty alright but i have no idea what to do with it or how to get it out into the world ? do prose collections exist ?? help ??

[pixie-sp1t]

i hate my brain sometimes :,) worked so hard to get to place where this mf didn’t cloud my every thought and the second i get a happy new years message from them it all comes flooding back. this sucks balls

[pixie-sp1t]

changing this account a little, thought id make it more of a brain dump kinda space :) so here’s an intro for y’all!

hi! thought i’d do an intro because why not :D

༊*·˚i’m pixie!

༊*·˚i’m 18

༊*·˚my pronouns are they/he :) but they’ll probably change at some point

༊*·˚i’m a writer! i mainly write poetry and i’ve published four collections :)

༊*·˚i like to overshare on the internet and needed somewhere to spill my guts

༊*·˚i’d love to be mutuals! comment to be moots and ill follow back<3

love u guys <3

[alex-a-roman]

I disintegrate As your voice lingers I fall on my knees Beg for mercy I lose my composure Waiting for your touch I'll be your sinner, your saviour Your writer, your reader I'll be the one who loves you On your darkest nights.

~ A. A. Roman

[metamorphesque]

  ― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I’m prepared to be devastated by you.]

[spirit-of-helimire]

Plain Text: text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I’m prepared to be devastated by you.

[gnarlyufo]

we went searching for the sun and found it tucked away between the trees

[virtuallyinsane]

Palace of Versailles / Photo by Mayank Badhan from Burst

[c0ssette]

[greeksblog]

I loved you

As Icarus loved the sun

Too close

Too much

[pixie-sp1t]

I will live long enough to let myself have my bedroom made of bookshelves. Long enough to see my lover lighting a candle by every window on a Sunday morning. I’ll open the sheer curtains hung in our bedroom and soak up the sunlight. On this day I will play a record on the record player placed lovingly beside a fireplace that is always crackling. I will slip on a dress that hangs at my ankles and comb my hair. On this day, I will step into the kitchen and kiss my love. We do not think about breakfast or the laundry, or the books we have yet to organise. We have each other. We have today. This, for us, is enough. 

[darkacademyrimbaud]

l'esthétique de l'académie sombre

[bloodandfun]

//the only bitterness you need today is the delicious bitter taste of red wine and dark chocolate//

[threeamserif]

then you put your hand in mine,

and pulled me back from things divine

(we're looking up for heaven,

way down here upon the ground)

[literature-liv]

ruby kisses

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

“Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.“

– Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

[pixie-sp1t]

There’s just something so special about girls and I don’t know how to describe it. Like when they wear necklaces and the charm sits on their collarbones, or when they tie their hair up and tilt their head back to catch it all, or when they pull their sleeves over their hands, or when they wear shirts that are too big, or when they’re doing their makeup and lean in to see themselves clearer in the mirror, or when they stop to smell candles in grocery stores, or when they smile at you right after they wake up. It all makes my heart melt. I’m telling you, women are magic.