r.p.

21. Poet. Writer.

[heavensghost]

Clementine Von Radics

[imsleepykitty]

“No one will ever be able to knock the wind out of me again. Not like that. Not like you.”

— Trista Mateer

[tvventystitches]

[rp-poetry]

I’ve been running away from the thoughts of you for years.

Putting the miles and distance between us.

r.p. // I still wake up and remember dreams of you.

[tullipsink]

“And if one day this all goes to shit and you become nothing but a memory, I want you to know that in this moment I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. I loved you.”

— A.M// and i will still always love you

[bnmxfld]

“I write because you exist.”

— Michael Faudet

[bnmxfld]

“And so it seems that I must always write you letters that I can never send.”

— Sylvia Plath

[rp-poetry]

In my dream we somehow end up just right. We end up with me confessing after all these years. ‘I couldn’t get you out of my head. Only you, only you, only you.’ Our hands fit together like a perfect match. I fall asleep next to you and every wrong in the world has been righted.

r.p. // I wake up. We haven’t spoken in three years. I saw your mother a few days ago and wonder where you are.

[rp-poetry]

If I ever start posting on this account again the universe just caught me slipping. Writing poems is the only way I know how to make my heart stop aching.

[rp-poetry]

me looking at my own poetry tumblr: damn who hurt you

[notmuchfordancing]

death by a thousand cuts; ts

[heavensghost]

Death by a thousand cuts

[tankiesinpari-deactivated202011]

the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.

[heavensghost]

I was enchanted to meet you

[lyricallymnded]

tim mcgraw // taylor swift

[seafucker]

girls writing poetry are always like “i fed my blood to the coyotes i reached inside of myself and tore out my own lungs” and i’m always like damn u good? Mood tho

[aisandetsarepeopletoo-deactivat]

men writing poetry be like “cigarettes”

[ithrowmyviolets]

– Virginia Woolf, letter to Vita Sackville-West (March 1928)

– Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song (1953)