irish hellos

Ana | 26 I write sometimes

[volsciana]

i’ve been here this whole time

a place to dump my original stuff from @gallopinggallifreyans and whatever other inspiration i find. enjoy your stay

[coffeeandthoughtspoetry]

[petaltexturedskies]

He hid his face against her, who was warm and like sunlight. She seemed to have sunlight inside her. Her heart beating seemed like sunlight upon him.

D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— unknown (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[soulcontact]

when he says “your eyes are beautiful” but mahmoud darwish wrote “I have passed by many eyes, but I only got lost in yours”

[sivavakkiyar]

Basavana, trans Ramanujan

[mask4rah-deactivated20251118]

The "we shouldn't be doing this" as we're uncontrollably heavy breathing into each others mouths

[pret-boy]

"I wish we met sooner" is such a gentle sentiment. I love you so much I not only want you in my future, but in my past too. I want to have known you when we were small stupid kids, have held hands together as we played outside. I want to have stressed out over exams together, nudging a mug of still steaming hot chocolate against your elbow to get you to focus. I want to have told you I love you before I did anyone else. I want to have held you in my arms when all those sad memories you describe to me were still fresh wounds. I want my past to have been full of you, and full of meaningful memories with you. I want my past lives to have been spent with you, whether as two lovers, or two housecats cuddling by the fireplace on a snowy day, or two flowers that just happened to bloom on the same day, next to each other. I want to have consumed your existence and intertwined it with my own since my birth, never to be separated from you for a moment. I want to have loved you throughout it all, for all time.

[flame-of-tar-valon]

The gravity of one more star Could not without an hour's time Emit its call so loud and far That I drop torch and candleslime Upon my food, that it should char.

Below, my supper starts to scorch; Above, the sky begins to fall. It smoulders on my upper porch, Smoke wafting through the ruined wall, As wooden door when set to torch.

The sky ablaze, I close my eyes. Repast effaced, my stomach yearns For just one bite. I sympathize, But suffering from myriad burns, I have no time to sate its cries.

The prophets claim the end is near: We cower neath the judgment lash. The fire rages, strong and clear, And fills my lungs with smoke and ash Until the darkness calms my fear.

My senses fading: Deaf and blind, A famished body, marred by soot, Is all I hope to leave behind. That evening, sensing aught afoot, My blackened corpse my wife shall find.

[itsnotwhatimlike]

embarrassment has good bones

[quotespile]

“He was almost intrigued by the idea of giving in to his oddness, turning into one of those remote, ineffectual creatures, so warped by their solitude that they became distasteful to normal people.”

— Damon Galgut, Arctic Summer

[shakespearesdaughters]

sylvia plath

[cupsofthoughts]

A Gentle Reminder 📚

[hikes-and-moans]

Want me loudly or don’t want me at all.

[crimsolyn]

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

[metamorphesque]

In Praise of Boredom, Joseph Brodsky

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the epilogue