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brush my thumb across your lips and kiss my fingertips.
i feel awake for the first time in years.
“Do storms ever feel lighter?”
— Fray Narte
Note To Self #6 : There are genuinely good guys in the world and sometimes you fall in love without meaning to.
at night you admit, fear is a little bit sexy.
maybe my heart is a star and it’s burning me from the inside out
can i be your cigarette
so you can pull me out of a black dark box
so you can light me up when i’m cold
so you can keep me on your lips
so you can inhale me even though you know how toxic i am
but you don’t really care cause you love that feeling in your lungs
““Losing you was not something I had ever thought of.””
— Ten Word Stories #578
Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere
Submitted by inpinitaiseu.
IMMOVABLE OBJECTS
I love you.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you– I love you harder than this heart of mine can beat. I love you farther than these hands of mine can reach. I love you longer than these bones of mine will last.
Perhaps, in some other world, where the horizons are wider than ours, where the oceans are deeper and the stars are brighter, Perhaps this other world can encompass this love of mine, but dear heart, all I have here are five inadequate fingers to caress you with and four inadequate limbs to hold you with and three inadequate words to comfort you with and two inadequate lips to kiss you with and one inadequate life to love you with.
They say, dear heart, that Love is an unstoppable force, and I believe them. I do. It’s just that I’m also learning, day by slow day, that there are more immovable objects than I ever thought existed.
I cannot love you into safety. I cannot love away the nightmares that haunt your midnight sleep. I cannot love together the pieces of you that they broke apart. I cannot love us back to the past where the skies were rosier and your smiles were brighter. I cannot love us into a future where I can promise you you will never be hurt again. I cannot love you back from Misery’s grasping fingers and Death’s cold hands.
I cannot even, dear heart, no matter how hard my heart longs and my breath shudders, I cannot love us into a quiet grave where we can rest, side by side at last at peace together
But dear heart, I promise you this: I will try. I will try until my last gasping breath and my last pounding heartbeat and my last trembling step and my last whimpering prayer.
I will try, dear heart, until we reach a quiet grave where we can rest, side by side at last at peace together.
If I cannot win against the world, dear heart, then by God, I will not let them win against me, either.
Pablo Neruda, “We Have Lost Even”
Lev Grossman, The Magicians
Dirk Wittenborn, Fierce People
Submitted by dickdasturdly.
Full bloom
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i say to everyone i love: knot your hands to mine, your heartstrings. i know we have heavy hearts. hungry hearts. i know you want to take the light inside of yourself, and, too, the darkness. still we make it through the night. the heart takes and takes and gives and gives and bruises and bleeds but always, always returns to singing. oh my friends. this is where we find ourselves: the moon is glowing and i am punching out all the windows in my heart to let the rain fall on it. okay, so we’re the weeds. so we’ve been left behind, so i have dirt underneath all of my fingernails. still, we make it through the day. i’ll catch you when you stumble. lean against me, i will help you walk.
“Not sure how I feel about you yet, I’m excited.”
Ten Word Stories #571