solongamory

[solongamory]

i would die

without your

little paws

and tiny

sandpaper kisses

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@chiara-bautista

[theprinceofnostalgia]

Once upon a time, you thought I would lose me to find you. In the end, we ended up losing us. You couldn't see the authenticity in my simplicity, so no matter how many times I ever said we would figure this out, you could never hear the intentions that left my mouth. Each word turned into arguments that I question if not submitting to your thoughts is what started it. I don't mean to get poetic, but maybe you can feel the vibrations of my pen. See, even when you wanted me to lose, I prayed that you win. Living in this home is nothing like when we began. Lately, I've been questioning if loving you was a sin because putting you first made me lose sight of what's within. That very energy is connected to my purpose, so when we argue, you cut me deeper than my surface. Just look at me and tell me that I'm worth it, not that I'm perfect. What if losing you was my purpose, to teach me that I'm worth it? Could you live life knowing you deserved it?

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Written by: Prince of Nostalgia (4/29/20 • 11:30PM)

[solongamory]

Under your covers, more torture than pleasure.

Just past your lips, more anger than laughter.

Not now or forever will I ever change you.

I know that to go on, I'll break you...my habit.

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Miss you

[writingsofautumn-blog]

Don’t fall in love with me. I’ll kiss you in public until our tongues tangle and the police will have to arrest us for being too vulgar. I’ll make inappropriate jokes and I can be loud enough to get us kicked out of the mall. I won’t wake up early in the morning just to get breakfast with you. I won’t comfort you at 2am during the rain—I am the storm. I won’t really chase after you the way you want me to because I don’t give a single fuck about our conflicts. I don’t want small talk—I want the universe as a topic. Don’t fall in love with me, because I’m drowning in the sea of anxiety and even the sea monsters have learned how to stay away at the scent of my blood. I won’t be like sugar beneath your lips—I’ll be the salt in your open wounds. I’ll be the flowers growing from your ribcage but with thorns— beautiful but it’s gonna be painful with every single move you’d make. I’ll be at your doorstep at night begging you to stay when you grow tired of me, but I’ll see you like a tree house where I can live in for days without wishing for the solid ground, but still I’d leave you hanging from that tree when I get bored of you. You’ll wake up every morning to the scent of flowers and the sea, and I will capture you like a moth to flames until the scorching heat burn your skin. I’m a monster with a devilish grin, so don’t fall in love with me, you don’t know what you’re getting into. (g.t.) artwork by Chiara Bautista

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Artist: @chiara-bautista

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💜

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merh

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