#written words

[lazybulette]

You cannot convince me that drow don't have predatory beauty standards specifically for men.

[starlightandflame]

It's beautiful, isn't it, what music can do. How it can make you feel, what it lets you remember, how someone's music is a window into their soul.

[pr0ceeding]

— Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald featured in The Selected Letters of Ernest Hemingway

[atleasttheyvegotstars]

little thing from may I never posted that’s still relevant

[thepickledandthedamned]

It’s not that I don’t want to be in love. That’s actually all I want. I just don’t want the love I know, the love I’m used to having. I’ve had complicated, lack of communication, fighting, ingenuity for love. I don’t want to go through that again. I’m not a teenager anymore, I don’t have the time to make the mistakes I have made in the past. The mistake of staying, hoping it would work itself out, and to become the type of love I’ve been waiting for. There are so many things I need, things I don’t want to ask a partner for. I just need them to know to do it. I want reassurance without having to ask, I need to know that our love is it, a sure thing. I want protection, the proof that I’m not alone and they wouldn’t want me to be. Stability and security is not something I want in negotiations, I want us both to provide that for each other. I want to be in love with life because I know I have a partner who makes life lovable.

[oscarkristinn]

I love to hear you laugh,

And you’re laughing again.

I wish it was me who was making you laugh…

- Oscar Kristinn

[behindstonewalls]

Beyond My Flesh

I want to be seen beyond my flesh,

Past the woven veil and the bone’s tight mesh.

Do not stop your gaze at the curve of the skin,

Or the hollow defenses I am shivering in.

I am a city of secrets, a map of the dark,

Carrying the glow of a flickering spark

That exists in a place where the light cannot reach

A language of spirit that no one can teach.

Beyond the face, where the world likes to dwell,

Is a story that features no mirror can tell.

The mask is a sculpture of time and of grace,

But it is not my home, it is only a place.

Look past the eyes to the hunger behind,

To the intricate, beautiful web of the mind,

To the scars that are silent and the dreams that are deep,

To the promises made that I’m struggling to keep.

Beyond what everyone sees on the surface,

Beyond the performance, the poise, and the purpose,

I am a vastness of water, a forest of sighs,

A truth that is hidden from casual eyes.

The world is a shallow and shimmering thing,

Missing the song that the silences sing,

But I am demanding a witness who knows

That the root is much more than the bloom of the rose.

I want my soul to be recognized,

Held in a vision that isn't disguised.

To be known for the essence, the fire, the breath,

For the parts of a person that persevere death.

Read the ink of my spirit, the heart’s heavy braille,

Step through the shadow and under the veil;

See me for all that I am, and will be

Past the wall of the physical,

Please... finally, see me.

#stonewalls

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