bless this iteration of Percy Jackson for genuinely believing, for at least three seconds, that he is the second coming of Christ
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bless this iteration of Percy Jackson for genuinely believing, for at least three seconds, that he is the second coming of Christ
“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?” - The Picture of Dorian Gray
in the bar passing the phone around saying “have you read this poem? have you read this poem?”
Your love was like whisky to my soul, intoxicating, rushing through my veins, and I was the cigarette smoke that filled your room on a leisure day............................
everytimeyousaygoodbye ©
You carry heaven on your lips. To kiss you is to feel deathless.
Suvrahadip Ghosh, Deathless
But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.
I'll kiss you and taste your dreams.
Suvrahadip Ghosh, Tasting Dreams
I think being heard and understood is one of the greatest form of human intimacy , when someone can speak out wholeheartedly about the things which go inside them, their thoughts and the thoughts behind their thoughts only in those moments they feel little less war torn , people don't always need opinions and solutions but they do need people who can listen to them, i think being heard fills the gap of homesickness inside us , therefore find people who you can talk to about anything, people who don't get tired about hearing from you .
i see the beautiful sword on the wall, decorated and sleek. but i feel the weight of the hammer and the blisters and burns and cuts. i feel the weight of my arms and the sweat on my face and the blood on my fingers and tools
sometimes it all comes out at once. just raw thoughts into chaos from my lips
i am bored of life
I want a reason to be again
Should I cut again?
Or getting drunk tonight
Being high seems nice
I Just wanna die
“i sincerely hope on my deathbed, whenever that is, i can be thinking about something incredibly bigger than i am, like space, because it's so infinite and i am so small and yet i still matter”
-avery
i feel like talking about the moon and the white light it blesses us with. i feel like looking into the shine of eyes and seeing the rings inside wave and flex and connect again below the black. i feel like driving past the sea and breathing in the cool air and feeling the wetness travel onto my tongue and through my mouth and nose
trying to meet the best people and drive and night and look at the sky and feel the coolness of the rain and see it on your windshield and listen to music and feel softness and abrasive surfaces and see the shine in others eyes