#love lost

[blondebrainpowered]

Tim Curry reveals his ill-fated affair with Miss Piggy during the filming of Muppet Treasure Island, 1996.

[vintage-tigre]

[dinlegitsin-asikan]

Dışarıdan bakıldığında, her şey bir gül kadar masum görünür…

Oysa bazı duygular vardır; kökü kalpte, suyu kanda büyür.

“Kan ve gül”…

Birinin iç dünyasında açan, diğerinin fark etmeden soldurduğu bir hikâye.

Sevginin zarif bir çiçek gibi sunulduğu,

Ama aslında her yaprağında ince bir sızı taşıdığı bir hâl.

O, sevdikçe güzelleştiğini sandı;

oysa her yakınlaşmada biraz daha eksildi.

Çünkü bazı insanlar gül verir gibi yaklaşır,

ama ardında kanayan izler bırakır.

Ve zaman…

Her şeyi iyileştirir derler.

Oysa bazı hikâyeler vardır ki,

zaman sadece yaranın adını değiştirir.

Dışarıdan bir göz için bu, sıradan bir sevda olabilir.

Ama içinde yaşayan için…

her hatıra, yeniden açan bir yara,

her tebessüm, gizlenmiş bir sızıdan ibarettir.

Ve en çok da bu yüzden;

gülün en kırmızısı,

çoğu zaman en derin yaranın rengidir… (ŞARKILARA SÖZLER)

ASİKAN

[swiftdreamsandmagic]

“It’s been a long hot summer and I’m still trying to leave you alone.”

[jamieannmason]

I don't know that I am in a depressionary state, but I'm sad and have been for the last couple of days.

I know I can't go back. But my mind keeps leading me there. The what ifs, if I had only done this or that differently, or if I hadn't made those decisions. The brutal cycle of overthinking, overanalyzing, and beating yourself up..

It's relentless..

I'm angry at the world. At the universe, or god, for giving me love when I was too dumb to understand it. And making live my entire life searching for the exact same love that I maliciously threw away decades earlier.

And the fucked up thing about it is I made peace with all of that, but the pain and loss still remains, and sometimes finds its way into my teary eyes in the dark of night..

What trauma has taught me is that some days are better managed than others. And this is not one of those days..

[beccawise7]

To love with ferocity and truth should never bruise the heart nor cast a shadow over the spirit.

Whether love is returned, left unanswered, or carried forever in silence, the act of loving is never a loss.

It is a sacred offering. A gift laid not only before another, but placed gently within yourself.

Only the brave love beyond certainty and guaranteed outcome ~ loosening their grip on armor and self-protection...

In doing so we come to realize something quietly profound. Love was never about arrival or possession at all ~ it was the becoming

©️beccawise7💜🖤

🎶🎵 ~ In The Stars, Benson Boone.

[definegodliness]

Bare

Keep on haunting me In the nights, when I am without Cerebral defences.

Stay.

Here, at the Playground of soul, Where you first and wholly Coalesced with me — all a human Can be, Metaphysically.

Keep on haunting me.

Here, Where there is no Pre-concept Of individuality, left; No desire, nor need For Any proof, Or validation, Of existing. No need, Or desire to Be.

Stay.

Here, where Time and space Have lost hold of their reins; Where images and shapes Only exist When, and, if, they are needed To catalyse that spark, ignited, At our first and lasting comprehension Of infinity.

Meet me At our etch within the ever-expanding Fabric Of the universe; That mark, That burning, too deep, That left a minute, yet everlasting Puncture within all presence's veil.

One day, We will escape Together. Until Then, Keep on Haunting me, There.

--- 16-9-2025, M.A. Tempels ©