above the midnight sun

riri / 17 / they/them / aspiring author

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2020.02.01 

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you feast upon love, and do i dare hope for my love to fill your stomach?

if love were an appetizer: -a hint of what’s to come- my love leaves you wanting, though i am not sure i could give you anymore.

if love were an entrée: -the main body of a meal- i surely feel my love is eclipsed by nobody but perhaps  Death himself, though i am willing to test  if that is truly so.

if love were a dessert: -the sweetness that lingers for hours after- my love is pure: candy-sweet and light on the tongue. it stays at the back of your throat.

my love could be a feast if  you so wanted. do you?

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happy birthday @angelicxi !! i’m love u <3 

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i toss my love into the air  and let it scatter, blown by the wind, where i imagine it reaches your waiting arms.

i imagine: my blown kisses caressing your face, love painting your cheeks red; a warmth where there should be none, wrapping itself  around you; and, most importantly,  you accepting my love.

i toss my love into the air and hope the wind sends it to you,  let it fall down on you like snowfall and 

i imagine: your figure spinning and laughing and arms outstretched to catch my love, even when it is too much and buries you up to your knees. 

i imagine: a world where my love wouldn’t need to travel oceans to reach you.

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secret sappho for @humaintain, madi!! <3 

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to everyone who needs it tonight, with my love. xx

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letter to my lover

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watching you watching me

written for @avolitorial‘s october prompt #8: resurrected shadows

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written for @avolitorial‘s day 2 prompt for october: datura blooms

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☆ congrats!!! for a prompt, how about "a garden of wings" <3

i watch.

saplings are planted in your gardenand you bleed for them. you take the knife and prick your fingertips and seethe blood pool and drip and drip anddrip. the darkness of blood becomes indistinguishable from the dirt.

still, i watch.

day by day, the saplings grow taller and fuller.and day by day, your finger bleeds into the grounduntil it stops and you walk away. whispers float on the wind, and the wind tells me that you love meand that i will be great one day.

i can do nothing but watch, rooted as i am.

the saplings are almost too large for transport, but there they are,being loaded into vehicles in large pots and soil. i almost cry for them,but you are there, and i find that i have no rightif your eyes are strong. you take the knife that is always by your sideand i watch as you lift it to your fingertip once more.the soil is empty now, but a single drop spreads on the dirt. 

i cannot tell if it is clear or red, for all my watching. 

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:star:

one, two, come along now, thread your arms around me and seeyour ink dance to life in the way that it always does for me,though i know you hate it so. drag your fingers(lightly now) against the lines that smudge so very,very easily. feel them thrum in the bones of your body, and watchgod follow in your every step, every stroke. and i gazeat the haunted-life of you, your hair spinning togetherlike lacy ink that drips down paper in a grotesque parodyof those pens you use so much. and back now for a spin to finish this song,remember always that, most importantly, i love the way you smile,so silk thin and beautiful. it’s over now, but let’s keep the music goingfor as long as it takes for your smile to stay.love you, sweetheart <3

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congrats on the milestone!! for a prompt: ⭐ gleaming

the light that shines down upon usfrom the silvery moon that makes me wantcatches in your eyes, pretty things they are.sweetheart, only you could make my breath catchlong enough for me to grow faint-heartedand starry-eyed. the way you laugh and smilenever quite pulled at my heart the way it’s pulled now,with your eyes lit up as you talk about somethingor another— this time, i think, it is your darling hatredfor something we both know you adore— and i know,too, that you could never be quite as beautiful as you arenow with your eyes gleaming under the waxing moon.

i love u kavi!!!! thank u!!! also ur very valid and cute and ily

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☆ + "you & i & a quiet meadow" ... feed me that softness meimei pls

peace is all around us, my darling—sometimes you just have to search a bit harder for it:feel the grass underneath our feet digging in andtickling as we flex our toes; hear the wind rustlingthose same blades of grass, gentle and soft like whispersbrought to you on one of our nights; the brightnessof the flowers around us, vivid even against the green ofthis field in their beauty; and you, the soft curlof your hair and lips, though they aren’t the same in any way,still bring me to a stutter, and what more could i ask forin this world but to spend just another day with youhere in this peace of ours.

i love you lilia!!!! <3333

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hi!! i just got a follower milestone and i’m very happy so to celebrate i’d like to write any follower who’s interested a poem! drop an ask with a ☆ with a prompt or without one- either way works- to let me know you’d like one. thank you all for supporting me TT

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i’m a dumb and forgot finals week was coming up but that’s over with!! for anyone who hasn’t seen this, please feel free to send in an ask still! i’ll be getting to these as soon as school clears up!!

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hi!! i just got a follower milestone and i’m very happy so to celebrate i’d like to write any follower who’s interested a poem! drop an ask with a ☆ with a prompt or without one- either way works- to let me know you’d like one. thank you all for supporting me TT

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Hello!!

I’m sure most of you are even more broke than me, but please hear me out and if you have a dollar - less than a dollar to give - I hope I can give you a reason to donate.

My name is Lau, I am seventeen years old. Some of you might know my blog from my angsty teenage poetry, most of you do not.

Recently I was accepted to my dream school in Europe, specifically Holland. My father, my number one supporter who has always told me I could do whatever I wanted, has told me that this might be unachievable.

The first term is $15,700 for tuition alone, projected yearly cost is $29,000 and scholarships aren’t plentiful in Holland, like. Less than 10 plentiful.

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I was accepted for an international water management degree, I truly believe that access to water is going to get harder in my generation and that’s… Just not okay with me.

I don’t kid myself, I won’t be able to raise this money online, why would I? I write poetry but I’m not well known- I’m just a kid. But maybe I can raise something, just enough to pay for the first year, this is really my dream school I get the feeling that even just one year, with thousands of debt, would be a privilege. I set my goal to $5000 but honestly even that feels like a pipedream.

I’ve graduated highschool early with all A’s and B’s, I have a 3.7/4.5 GPA with college credits in Environmental and marine science. I don’t want money to be the reason I fail, I’ve had enough panic attacks over the years over money, I don’t want it to overcome me.

Please help me succeed. I will campaign for rights to water; I will change how we distribute water globally; I will repay. Please, please help me.

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for @avolitorial​ | happy birthday!!

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happy belated birthday, paige!! i’m sorry this is so late TT

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after the tea-leaves are brushed away, there’s a cream-and-caramel swirl left remaining at the bottom of the cup. we’re decked out in blooms of lace, dusted with cinnamon, softening the glaze that lies over the rose-patterned ceramic. over the balcony swirl the froth and foam of pastel ballgowns, flare the painted paper fans; everyone’s doll-limbed from where we’re looking down, clockwork pretty, icing sugar on sugar crystals. (1/2)

we’re tucked away in a teacup alcove, all sweet-sticky fingers and hungry eyes. there’s so much out there, but here are the warm blankets, the satin-smooth of nagging sleep. there’s so much out there and it’ll still be there if we wait, so i’ll wait — this is enough. (2/2)

being with you is comfortable, sweetpea, in so many ways i hadn’t realized before. the little indulgences you bring me, fine teas and dresses and splendor and your love, bring me the greatest joys imaginable, and, even then, some more. my being is on fire with your gaze and i raise my hand to your lips. please, just one more.