#write about love

[autoneurotic]

i run alongside rush hour traffic, a prayer for every car!

[oppositeofelevation]

My Hands

(One For Me, One For You)

Being human

is always an impasse, no?

How could you kiss me

goodbye with your lips

bloody and sneering off

to one side of a war?

And yet some find it -

nice

Would I were a fucking

foxed ribbon instead—too

quick for two lazy dogeared

eyes to catch my jumping

brown ass and put me

behind teeth or keys.

Typing sounds here.

Blessings from the matter

of me, the curves, the quick,

what's the word for it

- (blank)-

but I have converse

inclinations, instead see?

The opposite of afterglow.

You like this. No?

Peace then, as pleasure

and silences punctuated

with words—lists of lusts

plus come hithers, (&) yon

love is a place we are really

together in the ease of the

ink of the light we allow to

leak out, pressing through.

We hate love, though.

So please, allow me,

a backspace or two.

[tornbluefoamcouch]

Artista: Belle and Sebastian Álbum: Write About Love Ano: 2010 Faixas/Tempo:11/43min Estilo: Indie/Indie Pop/Twee pop Data de Execução: 01/09/2022 Nota: 7,0 Melhor Música: Come On Sister

[squawking-pinata]

Me: I dont mind being alone.

Also me: *feels abandoned for no reason at all, needs constant reassurance that my presence is wanted, cannot see how anyone would want to be friends with me, is not able to focus on anything because of the intense feeling of imaginary rejection*

[negatov]

“i will hold onto your ghost like gravity, and dance with your memory in the dark. we were a coming of age summer film, but august doesn’t last forever. i hope you’re still painting the walls yellow and reading constellations with your fingers. the palm of my hand was made for yours,  but now im holding an empty video camera and watching you carry her home.” - m.k. source

[misseuropadiscodancer]

Let me step out of my shell

That's wrapped in sheets of milky winter disorder

Let me feel the air again, the talk of friends

The mind of someone my equal

[shadriella]

21: write about love

I honestly forget again what day today was supposed to be.

I’m going to write a story for this one. Enjoy. ;)

GOOD NIGHT, ANGEL

(GIF is originally posted by aithusaaaa.)

Crowley couldn’t sleep. Not when his love was sleeping next to him.

Aziraphale wasn’t the kind of man who slept. He is, after all, an angel. Divine beings do not need to sleep - nor eat, which he did anyway. However, after everything they had been through earlier, he deserved a good rest.

Crowley managed to convince him to sleep at his flat for the night. Aziraphale’s book shop was burned down, barely even standing. Crowley didn’t want his angel to see it. He would be heart broken. Crowley wanted to protect him - to keep him safe as long as he could. Heaven and Hell might be planning something to punish them for what they had done.

Besides, that was a good opportunity to get Aziraphale to sleep with him. Crowley just couldn’t resist.

Crowley laid his eyes on Aziraphale. The bags beneath his eyes were thicker than usual. His breath - even though he didn’t need to breathe - was steady. He slept peacefully like he never slept before - which was probably right, since Aziraphale did not sleep. He likes to eat. His favorite dish was sushi, Crowley guessed.

Which reminded him to order some sushi first thing in the morning.

“Why didn’t you rest, dear?”

Aziraphale’s eyes opened slowly. His eyes were light blue, soft and refreshing - the exact opposite of his own yellow snake eyes, which usually scared people away. Crowley would spend all eternity looking at those beautiful eyes.

“It’s alright,” said Crowley. “I can’t sleep right now.”

“Why?”

Crowley struggled to find a quick answer that wasn’t “because I want to look at you.” After muttering for awhile, he answered, “I wanted to think about our plan tomorrow. We need a good plan for that.”

“Oh, well, let me help you, dear.” Aziraphale seemed to be wide awake. “I think we need to consider Agnes Nutter’s prophecy that I -”

“No, angel, you should rest. This is a difficult day for you.”

“As it is for you,” Aziraphale said softly. “You stopped time for us. It’s not easy. You must’ve been exhausted. I can’t rest if you don’t rest yourself.”

Crowley smiled. “You’re right. We should sleep. We can deal with it tomorrow. I’m planning to order sushi for you. Does that sound good?”

“Yes.” Aziraphale smiled. “Good night, dear.”

“Good night, angel.”

But still. Crowley couldn’t sleep. Not when his love was sleeping next to him.