sheepish is a really funny word. fuck im so nervous (turns into this)
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sheepish is a really funny word. fuck im so nervous (turns into this)
But no, you're sleeping,
and I risk a small kiss on your head to release this wave of affection that threatens to overwhelm me, my small liberty.
Life ⋆.ೃ࿔*
“Through Beaded Veils” by Marcin Górski
I am not meant for casual love. I was born for soul consuming love and obsession.
“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.”
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
need him to grab me by the jaw and tell me how pretty i look
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by Taysa Jorge
the thing no one told be about adulthood is how hard you have to try, every day, every week, every month to keep yourself present in your body and mind. otherwize when there is too much going on your body just to shuts down and you can’t remember what you did the whole week
Every single day I feel so desperate I just want to tell someone I love how they smell or I am in love with their handwriting but we are not supposed to say these things to anyone I just want to be close to people and for them to want to be close to me everything feels like a charade or a carefully choreographed play and we have to keep our distance and act a certain way there is always this gap between us but I just want to jump over it
typical journal entry: [anger] [mourning] [expressing joy over the mundane] [regret] [longing] [regret] [anger] [what i ate today] [crushing loneliness] [wishing my friends well] [single line of poetry] [anger] [mourning] [list of goals] [list of fears] [list of tasks to be done] [goodbye]
Aisha Arna’out. ‘Out of my darkness’, Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. & trans. Kamal Boullata)
[Text ID: “Out of my darkness I gathered blossoms of starlight”]