#penned thoughts

[imthebadguyyy]

💌 x

thank you for asking 🤍

❤️❤️❤️ (im just realising how terrible my handwriting is :' ))

[fuzzylightcollection]

My cheeks taste like salt and you taste sweeter. So, tell me how could I resist not tasting you when you taste like wet grass, mint and home. How could I resist you when all I’d ever tasted before was poison.                                                                                                                                         Poison that tasted like blue-black bitterness, grey resentment and loathing.                                                                                                           Bitterness that came as the bile at the back of my throat, resentment that filled the empty space when my stomach poured out all of yesterday’s contents, loathing in the inky black eyes that stared back at me, in the very eyes that are my own. Sure you are a poison of your own, killing me with the softness of your eyes and the touch of your lips against mine, with silent promises and whispered words that keep me awake at night.                                                                                                                                                                                                     You carved out a space in my hollow bones and I pray you stay there, stay there and make it your home until mint leaves grow there and the smell of burnt wood doesn’t ever quite leave me. Stay there and make it a home, just like the one I found in you.

FLC(The sweetest poison)

[an-eldest-daughter]

there was so much coherence and beauty in the words i had written.

and i long for the thoughts to flow as they once did, but maybe they flowed better when i had to use them out of necessity. now that i hold on to them without penning them down, they stop and pause and break in between.

would someone give me a reason to put pen to paper once again? this current infatuation perhaps that compels me to let out what would otherwise consume me until it showed on the outside.

and how can it show on the outside when that would be a catalyst that i never want ignited?

-cns.

[lupusartifex-blog]

Sometimes I lose myself in a multitude of seasons

finding endless abandon in moments that are

captured and tailored

to feel real

Sometimes I forget what it is to actually live in those moments

and I can't always remember my own because they are

rough and raw

and very real

Always, I shall remember and cherish you

your sacrifices give me meaning

your words courage

your existence faith

thank you for believing in me.