Lio

Todas las cosas de las que no hablé y por las que morí.

[sillymoonn]

i think i should introduce myself properly sooo

Hi, i’m lio, im 20. I have a cat named thommy who acts like he pays rent.

I read tarot, love horror in every possible form, and i would genuinely defend pasta with my life.

Ispeak spanish, english, french, and a tiny bit of dutch (emphasis on tiny before i accidentally start inventing words).

I read basically every genre, including fanfics because literature is literature idc. i think i’m a pretty chill person but i also never shut up once i get comfortable.

also if you know me irl please block me immediately for both of our mental health.

mostly i just post poems here and occasionally disappear into the void for 3-5 business days.

[sillymoonn]

Hello where are you from

hiii, I live in Belgium but I'm Spanish

[musiicpix3l]

Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.

[troutlawyer]

Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

[sillymoonn]

Let me love you quietly.

Let me keep all my impossible feelings

folded neatly between my ribs,

where they can't scare you away.

Let me love you in the small ways.

In remembering how you take your coffee.

In saving the last piece for you.

In turning around whenever I hear your laugh,

like my heart knows your voice better than it knows itself.

Let me love you without asking for anything.

Without needing you to love me back.

Without needing you to choose me.

Just let me stay.

Let me stand beside you

while you tell me about your day.

Let me listen to the same stories twice.

Let me memorize the way your eyes shine

when you're excited about something.

Let me love you quietly.

Like a secret the stars keep for the moon.

And if one day you fall in love with someone else,

let me still be happy for you.

Let me still sit beside you and smile.

Let me still be the person

who would do anything

just to see you happy.

Because loving you has never felt

like wanting to own you.

It feels like wanting good things for you,

even when those things aren't me.

So let me love you quietly.

Let me carry your name

like a prayer I never say out loud.

Let me keep finding home

in every place your hands rest on me,

in every moment you lean a little closer,

in every second you forget

there is supposed to be space between us.

And if all I ever get

is being your friend,

then let me be your friend forever.

Because I'd rather have a lifetime

of almosts and maybes with you

than a world where I never knew you at all.

[l0vleylizzie]

[tetitasdelimon]

top 5 horror movies

-having a job

-not having a job

-applying for jobs

-the job market

-the concept of working my whole life

[sillymoonn]

Don't you know it's always something like this?

You know it's just the way that it is

I'm sick and you're my only antidote

I just need her to fill me up until I stop thinking

[sillymoonn]

Lavender mariage is calling me

I look at him and think: if love were fairness, I would already be his.

Because he remembers the small things, how I take my coffee, which songs make me quiet, the exact tone my voice gets when I am pretending I’m okay.

He is the kind of boy people write futures around.

And sometimes I hate myself a little for standing beside goodness and feeling nothing bloom.

I ask God like it’s a secret: Couldn’t you make me simpler? Couldn’t you let me love a boy just because he is kind? Just because he stays?

Any boy, really.

As long as loving him would make my life easier to explain.

But my heart is stubborn. It does not wake for deep voicesor careful hands. It sleeps through every almost-loveI try to force into it. It feels cruel somehow that I can adore him with every part of me except the part that matters most.

Because he deserves fireworks, not gratitude mistaken for love.

So I stand beside him,aching with guilt and affection,thinking maybe this is the saddest kind of distance: to find a boy who feels like home,and still know you were built to fall in love elsewhere

[z0mbi3luv3rxx]

I FUCKING HATE SCHOOL! SCHOOL IS THE REASON I AM SICK!

[pupisized]

[tildaisdreaming]

no one will ever know this is me

[apcqlypse]

god sends his strongest soldiers his most devastating homoerotic relationships

[strawlessandbraless]

Dean Winchester really said I’m going to force this angel to meet my eye and he’s going to change the whole narrative for me. What a legend.

[sillymoonn]

Every time we stop talking,

I tell myself I'll finally move on.

I stop searching for you in notifications,

stop replaying your laugh

like a favorite song I’m trying to forget,

stop imagining your hands finding mine

in the middle of ordinary moments.

And slowly, you blur.

I forget the exact shade of your eyes,

And for a while, I’m okay.

Or at least I pretend to be.

But then I see you again.

And suddenly, nothing inside me behaves.

You start talking,

and all I can think is how beautiful you are

without even trying.

I nod at the right moments,

I smile like I’m listening,

but the truth is

the only thing repeating in my head is:

Im so in love with her.

Still,

So hopelessly in love with her,

[poempoetryandmore]

you made me write again

but this time its not loud screams echoing through empty buildings

its not painful words strategically put after one another to make others feel my ache

you made write again

poems about love and lust

this time i‘m writing so beautifully about someone who saved me

i‘m writing silent whispers, slow morning kisses and gentle touches

because of you my writings stopped hurting

[sillymoonn]

I want her to fuck me so hard

I forget the cuts on my arms,

so hard they open again,

bleeding through the bed sheets

like love was always meant to hurt.

I want to die in her arms,

while she holds me close,

while my breath fades slow,

while my body forgets

how to feel anything at all.

I don’t wanna be saved,

don’t need a savior.

I only need her hands between my legs,

trying to turn pain into pleasure,

trying to erase every scar

with the way she touches me.

I want her to fuck me

like I’m already halfway gone,

like every kiss is a goodbye,

like every moan is a prayer

nobody’s listening to.

[otp-more-like-killmeplease]

Andrew in chapter five when Neil yells at Kevin: