Many times he professed his love for her, but not more often than she was prepared to hear.
L. P. Hartley, from My Fellow Devils

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Many times he professed his love for her, but not more often than she was prepared to hear.
L. P. Hartley, from My Fellow Devils
lowkey hoping my friends and the people i care about are okay; am kinda too shy to check on some of them
Upbuilt
a beguiled smile
funny, to ponder
you, life, God
only hears when
we pray upright,
with earnest
intents, what
are yours, patience?
beloved, slow to anger,
let the pot boil, ramen
it is, if wholehearted,
we are nothing,
and yet my tears rivet
depths of oceans, which
reflect heaven, Soren
Kierkegaard guides
the light from the closet,
small hands intertwined
as these turned pages,
i’m not mad, Fallen,
my heart races when
you are hurt
worrisome, to love,
how worth it, when
God watches and
blesses us with
such gentle darkness,
soft wisdom in crass
Southern wit, rock
me again, endeared
memory, my first,
i close the Upbuilding
Discourses, as winter
is lush this year, like
the spring we met,
finished it, as outlooks
expanded, live and let
will, when patience is
as kind as we allow,
wrestle for power,
like kittens new to
life, to innocence,
to visions, my
singularity in
being a woman,
forever touched
by words, and
moreso, loving actions
Effusive | Pt. 27
Description: It’s been three years since you and Yoongi had last spoken. Never in lifetime would you have thought you would be living with him, especially while being pregnant.
#1 Blue
I will never reveal what I feel about you I promise, because this bonding cannot be made as superficial as some mere words.
I would rather let my blood carry each and every roar of my heart to every organ all throughout my body until the time your blood catches it. Rushing through the cross section of all your veins ;this timid yet effusive roar reaches your abode .
Let your eyes meet mine in a way , way different from the world. In such a way , that the brain starts sending words to our eyes ;in such a way that our lips turn numb and make us forget words; in such a way that those unuttered words start echoing within us again and again fabricating a turmoil within, till it reaches our heart and the revolution goes on.
Let us indulge into midnight calls and celestial conversations . Let us laugh together at stupid jokes and fight over stupid reasons. Let us not say ‘what we feel’ rather feel more, dive into the depths of each other’s voices till we realize the moon is snoring . Let us unknowingly feel for each other , fall for each other .
to be continued............
effusive (adj.)
unduly demonstrative; lacking reserve
I'm the sort of person who goes so long without cleaning their room that when I do, it's like I recently died and I'm an estranged loved one sifting through my belongings, trying to come to terms with what my life was like in the months preceding my untimely demise, probably the result of some objectively hilarious negligent accident, piecing together the puzzle that is my current reality, chuckling and/or tearing up at photoautomats, concert tickets, winning pub quiz sheets... and then create a shrine to myself with all of these artifacts. A cyclical funeral for my ephemeral self.
[Illustration by me]