A stray star

We're all made of saltwater and stardust

[splattered-ink]

Hello

You can call me Virgil, I guess

Welcome to my little corner of the Internet, also my side blog

Writer, poet, nobody, whatever you'd like

Asks and requests are open

My tags: Virgils words, Virgil writes, splattered-ink

[sophie-poetry]

I'm still waiting for your call. The one you promised me. I kept my phone close even when I slept. But it never rang. Or maybe it did. I answered everytime. But it was never you.

Mine.

[rbncxs]

in another life, you stayed and I never had to let you go.

[inkskinned]

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

[lunamonchtuna]

— Mikko Harvey, from For M (via lunamonchtuna)

[maytheuniversebekind]

“I horde you ravenously, for I fear what tomorrow may bring”

-the book of unfinished

[avoidbeing]

COMMITTED TO NOTHING c. 2020 - YouTube

[mournfulroses]

Ariel Day, from a poem titled "Long Term Memory," featured in Black Roses: Poems about Love, Heartbreak, Mental Health, Self Love

[splattered-ink]

20 years old.

Why do I still feel 13?

[splattered-ink]

You basically ghost your blog for a month and suddenly you're famous. Love you guys.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Susan Sontag; As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[fluffywhitecloud]

[seaphine]

[splattered-ink]

Next year I'm gonna write a poem every day

Even if it's just a haiku.

[splattered-ink]

So maybe I lied

I didn't write everyday

Maybe next year then.

[splattered-ink]

Next year I'm gonna write a poem every day

Even if it's just a haiku.

[oditorie]

[beaft]

"The patient declared that she never had had inclinations toward the opposite sex, and had never allowed the approach of a man; but it was charming and inspiring for her to imprint a kiss on the lips of a beloved female friend. She had a love for girls that was incomprehensible to her.

She knew very well that the whole of this inclination was unwomanly, but she could not help it. It had always been a great pleasure for her to go about in male clothing, and in the same way she had always preferred masculine work, and had shown unusual skill in it; while with reference to feminine occupations, especially handiwork, she had to say the contrary.

The patient had also a weakness for smoking and spirits. On account of persecutory delusions, in order to rid herself of her persecutions, the patient had often gone about in male attire and played the part of a man. She did this with such (natural) skill that, as a rule, she was able to deceive people concerning her sex… She never took the slightest interest in men, and never thought of marriage. She felt quite happy in her abnormal sexual condition, and did not recognise it as pathological."

Psychopathia Sexualis: The Case Histories, by Richard von Krafft-Ebing. Published 1886. Available on OpenLibrary.

[splattered-ink]

The mommy issues are REALLY hitting this morning