#writingcore

[asteriasgarden]

writers be like: there’s a little man that lives in this page and i love to torture him

dance, monkey, dance

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[signednse]

I wondered what it would be like if I took 1 week, despite it being busy, and decided to treat every day like art, like love, like a part of my favorite story.. how would it go?

Part 1

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[sweetpeauserboxes]

[signednse]

The path to sleep

Two shot glasses of cozy vanilla moon milk set on the bar counter top desiring your lips

The devils jazz sways the club around you

Dim lights dance with shadows and crawl up the walls

You reach for it, for the essence calling too you and entangle yourself in the warm bitter sweet liquid as it handcuffs you,

You're tired now and with much effort you find your way to an elevator that brings you to a dark and elegant room.

Black silk sheets capture light as it cuddles a large bed, & you can't help but find your way inside the cool soft web of darkness,

Giving into the vanilla and cinnamon trance, relaxing just as your soul whispers "my turn".

~Signed, NSE

[signednse]

♡Love. It does something to us. It awakens a part of our soul, stops us in our path. And without even the slightest warning, entangls our fate with the one in which we collide.

Love. It causes us to collide into another individual, risking leaving the door open for them to come into our study and become apart of the journal of our life. Before we know it, we trust them. We try their favorite food. Days are spent looking forward to the moment we meet them again. Soon after, lunch dates become dinner and tomorrow becomes goodnight. And you find yourself in ways, you never knew was possible. And no matter how much you began to feel like a painting someone spilled water on, mainly because life starts seeing you both,

Love sweeps in. You stumble colliding into them again. A messy dance in your head is a star winning motion picture to fate. A deepended kiss rooted by experiences and anchored understanding. The sun falls like dew highlighting their skin and you become stilled. Taking in those slow few seconds, watching the flutter of eyelashes as their dark eyes sink through. And oh love, you sink too. Right back into those first few moments when your paths crossed, right back against them, into the calm tide of their voice, and the musical laughter... completely and utterly consumed by,

Love.♡

~Signed, NSE

[signednse]

"The heavens seem like someone's swirling them.." -QuotefromMyjournal

~Signed, NSE