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mind that never stops

[runningmindspilled]

Why did it take so long for me to see god had sewn you from silk and draped you across my heart like a veil, perhaps the thin material got buried beneath my thick heavy coat of self loathing, and now what was silky white is tainted red. Why I carry such weight in such a hot heat filled world I will never know. I wear shoes made from expectations and thorns, every step must count in all eyes that pass me. will you see a color hue of blood or see that we have painted something new? We’re soaked in blood but I beg you, don’t life the veil. Let us live in such a way that the red decorates our lives. Is it still the me that you love, that you see from beneath the veil, or must I bare my soul to the devil, grovel at the knees and beg for purity. They say I must make a new. This needle in my hand won’t sew fast enough I’m afraid you’ll forget. my hands are aching but I come baring my soul, pure white veil In hand with specks of red. sew by the hands that shook with beelzebub. I humbly fall the ground and ask for you to love the soul I no longer own. For you and a man with red horns are the only ones with the keys to the cage. Will you love me til he knocks on our front door?

[rains-of-words]

“There’s a part of me that’s always grieving the death of people I might have become. And there’s countless of them buried in my soul like a mass grave.”

— 11/05/20, anastasiasyah (via anastasiasyah)

[runningmindspilled]

if every single person in the world were in front of me i would still chose her.

if all the worlds gold was piled in front of me i would still look for her.

if the sky turned magenta and cloud were made of cotton candy i would still be looking at her.

i use one out of three genie wishes and it would be to be with her.

i would battle the comets of space to protect her.

i would touch the moon if it meant getting to feel the hand of her.

i would spend the rest of my days tied down by my mind if it meant my love for her

pressed against my cheek like a tree planting it’s roots in new soil.

she dug into my skin and planted roots in the darkest parts of my heart.

she feeds on sunlight and divinity that flow through the branches and touch my soul.

when my soul retires to the world beyond us, when my soul faces decision of resting and life, i will come back everytime to love her one more time.

i have no fear of ever losing her, for i know my soul will spend lifetimes returning.

to her.

[lipikkawrites]

Life became a lot simpler when I decided to just let people misunderstand me.

-@lipikkastuffs

[heavenly-sapphic]

Ask you partner things all the time. In the morning after you spend the night together, ask them what they like to eat and how they like it made. Ask them their favorite color. Ask them about embarrassing stories, about childhood pets, about their favorite season. Ask them what their hobbies are, if they prefer holding hands from the left or right side when walking together. Ask about their needs, their preferences, things that make them happy and things that may trigger them. Get to know them as deeply as you can. Knowing someone down to the deepest level will strengthen your relationship. Once you know each other that well, you can truly understand them and have a good relationship with no secrets. Let them open up to you, and in return open up to them. Take it slowly if you need to, but in time I promise it will make the bond much stronger. 💖💖

[quotemadness]

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.”

— Andrew Wyeth

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“Why do I write. Perhaps in order not to go mad. Or, on the contrary, to touch the bottom of madness.”

— Elie Wiesel (via quotemadness)

[midnightmoonloverx]

“To be in love is to be truly alive”

- E.M

[bandaidsfortheheart]

“Remember that you are not at war with your own body. All it wants is to keep you safe. The harder you try to untie your stomach, the tighter it will hold on. So take comfort in how hard your heart beats to keep you here. Tell your panic, ‘Thank you for loving me this much.’ When your body realizes you are listening, it will no longer feel the need to scream.”

— The Panic Cycle, V.P.

[qvotable]

“If someone makes you feel, let them.”

— Reyna Biddy

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn’t. People weren’t meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say.”

— Sarah Dessen (via quotemadness)

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“Nobody’s perfect. We’re all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.”

— Jeannette Walls (via quotemadness)

[xshayarsha]

“Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow.”

— Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems II; Flying Inside Your Own Body.

[lifeinpoetry]

I’ve never cared for love stories. I praise a story of heartbreak. I praise how beauty looks during a blackout.

— Sally Wen Mao, from “Anna May Wong Dreams of Wong Kar-Wai,” Oculus

[yellowpoet]

my lover is as purple as the evening hour, her lips as soft as a strawberry flower, streaked with violet under willow trees, shadows that dance and play on her knees

[tenderblues]

“Someday I shall write a great poem to you, so great that I shall make you famous in history, or dedicate a book to you, or collect a fortune & die & leave it to you.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay to Isobel Simpson, January 30 1918

[adirabennett]

“all the pain is in my stomach / and i am begging god to love me because the dirt is cold / inside my mouth but god is shapeless in the dark”

— Rachana Hegde, from “disposable,” published in Noble / Gas Qtrly (via ihoardwords)