this place is a miasma of words, here are the pieces I feel overjoyed to have been the one to write. Be wary that this is a cornball’s sodden diary, and you may get tired of hearing about “love”.
As a courtesy of context, my personal description exists somewhere between that of a boy lost in the yearnings for a better world, and a guy saving his heart for another, whose resonance is dear and true to his. // shout out Mahmoud Darwish
I hope u can enjoy some of these words, stranger friend :)
💬 0 🔁 3 ❤️ 17 · In your eyes I saw the light of my own. Your mouth said love in same odd way I do. I hope to meet you properly someday; w
💬 0 🔁 7 ❤️ 11 · Though I write a lot, when I see her, I promise you, my throat will choke and my brain will seize. All that will be left
💬 2 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · and today I imagined a scene: a wisened old man, with a bald spot he’d given up hiding, waved gently at me. I showed hi
💬 0 🔁 7 ❤️ 11 · Though I write a lot, when I see her, I promise you, my throat will choke and my brain will seize. All that will be left
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 2 · He ran out of words to hide behind, leaning on hopes that his façade might distract her to his shallow self. He’d unsurely
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · oh dear God I saw a fraction of some girl, and when my mind filled in the gaps of her soul I was smitten
💬 2 🔁 0 ❤️ 1 · I drew a cat
oh and shoutout laufey, jon snow, and dennis ritchie












