Hello, can I share your stardust poem (linked for credit) on my blog?
yes, absolutely, thanks for asking and giving credit!
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Hello, can I share your stardust poem (linked for credit) on my blog?
yes, absolutely, thanks for asking and giving credit!
I don’t want to do this anymore. It hurts too much, and it just won’t end.
I just discovered your poetry, and I’m in love. I relate deeply to your writing. Then I saw we’re almost the same age! (20) and I feel I relate even more. Thank you for endowing the world with your writing and expressing your inner world.. it’s truly a gift.
oh thank you for sharing this. that’s so kind. i need to get back to writing here more. if you ever feel like coming off anon, please feel free :)
I mean, let me keep you. I want pieces of you that are just for me, and I will treat you like you are beloved because you are by me. And oh, my darling, how I will spend my days making you feel like you deserve it.
SSK (alternative i love yous pt. 3)
lovelies, it’s been ages since i’ve written poems from secrets and i’m thinking i want to get back into it. all the secrets have been sitting in my inbox for so long now, i’m thinking maybe we should all start anew. thoughts?
I find myself thinking about all the things we’ll have to buy. I walk through the home goods section and eye baking sheets and laundry hampers and area rugs. Daydream about baking cookies at midnight, throwing our dirty clothes all together, and fucking on the floor. I imagine bingeing The Sopranos until 3am, eating the food one of us is bound to burn, learning the exact amount of time it takes us to share a shower. Oh, I know it’s going to be hard—damp towels and bills and pulling all the blankets—but there is no one I’d rather struggle with.
SSK (plans to cohabitate)
Hello, I’ve fallen deeply in love with your poetry & musings. I was wondering if you had a book so that I could buy it and add it to my little library ? 🥺💖
unfortunately i don’t, but this is so incredibly flattering, thank you
I don’t want to be scared anymore. I don’t want anyone to make my heart pound in my chest, and to be honest, the butterflies always felt like alarm bells— I like that being around you doesn’t leave me breathless, I’ve always liked the feeling of oxygen in my lungs— maybe breathing easy is the green flag I’ve been waiting for.
SSK (i can hear his heartbeat too)
“Today I am Goldilocks and the world is baby bear’s bed.”
— SSK (just right)
“Undress me of this decency. Tear the manners from my lips with your teeth, unbutton these inhibitions. Touch me until I can’t tell my lust from yours; then make me drink your moans until my head is thrown back and I take them like a shot.”
— SSK
oh give me wine and big blankets and pink cake and so many kisses. pleasepleaseplease. i just want to be happy.
If my role in this lifetime is to merely break up the darkness for others
by showing them how brightly they shine,
maybe it is not important
that I do not shine for myself.
The moon is just a rock in the night sky,
but when she shows us the light of the sun,
we still call her beautiful.
- SSK (i’ve decided i shall live like the moon)
Your poetry is brillant, is SSK an acronym for your name? If so, what is your name?
oh thank you, lovely. glad you like it. and yes, ssk is scarlett “sunshine” kinsey, and that’s me :)
What if this happens again? Love aside, I exist like a candle in a black out, begging “Burn me, burn me, burn me.” Then love comes in, and I am desperate — “Light me up, baby, light me up.” Oh, it hurts. I can feel myself melting away. But god, I just want to be useful for this world. Burn me and warm your hands, burn me and let me give you sight. There is a moment of appreciation. I live for it. When my glow first eats the darkness, illuminates the faces, they smile and draw near my flame. It is fleeting but perfect. They are happy to burn me. I am longing to be burned.
SSK (if you bring me to nothing, remember my light)
Hey, I've just stumbled across your poetry and just wanted to say that it's amazing. I've even sent a few to some friends and they've really enjoyed them too! I just wanted you to know and I hope you have a great day :D
oh that’s so sweet! thank you :) this has made my night babe
Oh kiss me like a secret you’ve been keeping lock and key. I won’t make you breathe a word. Kiss me like you can press the story from your lips to mine. Try to get it out of your system. Kiss me like you just can’t get it out of your system. We are surrounded by people who can’t seem to see us. Kiss me like we might as well take advantage of it. Maybe we are not meant to be. Kiss me like we are here, and we only have each other, and that is enough. We are here. Kiss me.
SSK (you cannot kiss it all better, but would it really hurt to try?)
I keep falling for guys that show no interest at all, it’s like I am addicted to having my heart broken