#t.p

[goldengothicgoddess]

My yearning for you began as a physical aching, a feeling of finite longing until you’ve transformed me into this insatiable beast, I fear that there is no ending to your soul and, with that there is no ending to my hunger for you.

[thordy]

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

I just can’t do this anymore. Love always, T.P

[goldengothicgoddess]

I made an oath to you. Long before I met you. Long before my eyes could perceive who you were. Long before my hands felt your skin. I see devotion as blood, as teeth that tear till it tastes life. I see myself as a sacrifice; you as this sacred ground to kiss. You are not merely human or a soul— you are a basis of a religion, a god in the making. Allow me to worship you.

— Yearn for me by T.L Sol

[goldengothicgoddess]

If poetry is a spirit that possesses me; if it is a hymn of my yearning for you— you will be the god that anchors me, if empires collapse beneath me, you will be the god that lives despite death, they will find my love for you carved in the earth, my bones will be the last breathing testimony of you, they will look and see your name etched within them, they will wonder how you managed to sink so deeply within me. That will be our religion.

— Yearn for me by T.L Sol

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

I don’t know what it is, but I lie down at night and a wave of sadness and fear washes over me as I lie there and begin to cry and get stressed over what? Maybe I’ll never known. Love always, T.P

[mymindisbreathtaking]

To be held by the throat — is that not love? To give you my last breath as I breathe you in

[mymindisbreathtaking]

even the gods themselves would fall to their knees before you, your suffering calls icarus back to the sun, to just feel your touch once is enough to haunt me endlessly