presentiment

[frizzycurls]

[asmrgaret]

"you caught me unawares" more adjectives should end in plural. you caught me undecideds

[randomstuffbydaydreamer]

you know life sucks when you start relating ‘October passed me by’ before even relating to ‘we fell in love in October’

[ruhaniya]

reassurance with words is one thing. reassurance with actions is another.

[redychn94]

i beg you to read between my silences,

to rescue me from the quiet,

but no one came because no one hears what you never say;

so now i speak even if it makes my hands tremble,

even if the room gets too quiet after,

even if it means i have to watch someone decide they like to be better quite,

even if it's just another fuckin challenge - a throw into the block.

i speak because i’ve already died too many times,

trying to be lovely instead of honest.

i speak because i owe it to the girl i used to be,

the one who wrote letters she never sent,

who stared at the ceiling

and wondering if anyone would ever really know her,

how did she do it

and only she.

[redychn94]

now this is not the person I knew before

[redychn94]

but things i didn’t say,

they rotted inside me,

turned into poems.

i never wrote answers i never gave

versions of myself i buried alive;

because when i look into her eyes-hollows,

i would rather be misunderstood than deprived of drowning of them.

I would rather die in my gentleness than live always in your rage,

you don’t forget the first time your voice shakes and no one listens,

the first time you speak and someone calls ot too much,

or worse..

nothing at all.

[redychn94]

is it better to speak or to die ?

they ask me this in books and films

and dimly lit rooms where no one answers honestly.

but i have lived the question not just once, every day.

because i used to think silence was survival

that if i stayed small, stated sweet, smilled

just right and said nothing too loud,

i could be loved softly.

i thought if i swallowed my truths fast enough, maybe they’d never learn how sharp they were and how deeply it will hurt their egos;

[slondile-deactivated20250401]

Was I that easy for you to let go?

[dumblr]

I remember the first time we started talking. You were the reason I got my laugh back. The reason I fell asleep with a smile on my face. The reason I had motivation to do things again. The reason why my problems didn't seem so bad. You truly have made my life better by just being in it.

[matthew-pasquarello]

sucker-punch. perception in grayscale cowering behind these curtains of triumph is far less fulfilling when no one was wondering where you were in the first place; the cash value of love song sneezes will get us gumballs crashing shards of collected infections fueling fevers fit for lackluster longform. packed all the condiments in boxes of cardboard, call the hearse of the next town over let's confuse the neighbors

[dariasynn]

Some people are like storms, they come into your life, wreck everything, and still leave you aching for rain.

- Daria Synn

[dumblr]

People always say, "There's plenty of fish in the sea." Yeah, but I have got my eye fixed on that specific, emotionally distant salmon who has commitment issues.

[matthew-pasquarello]

rough slaps ensue when the intentions are counterfeit. lost all this lust, lost all this cure, lost all ability to be grounded when i got all this attention for fascination with all beyond the ozone and just how much us as a species can pollute that too

[crucifiedlovers]

“They wanted each other in the way of flesh wanting to knit itself together over a wound.”

— Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights

[dumblr]

“I know now that this is how it works—you don't get to keep everyone in your life forever. There are some people that are just meant to be a sunrise for you, a light to pull you out of the darkness. There are friends, lovers, and relationships that are seasonal, and no matter how deep of a conversation you had with that person at 2 am, no matter how much you shared your heart, even if you can still draw the lines of their smile like the map of a too familiar road in the back of your mind, there almost always comes a time to move on, a time to let go, and regardless of the letting go, I just wanted you to know you're always going to feel a little bit like home to me, no matter how temporary, it is still beautiful that I got to call so many hearts my home.” 

— Whitney Hanson

[dumblr]

“I am Death, and when I love you it's forever.” 

— Supervert, "Necrophilia Variations"