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that's it i'm shifting
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✨The Beauty of Jupiter ✨
that's it i'm shifting
how long do i have to sit here and eat poetry? this constant despair and never ending need to hold him in my arms and have our worlds become one? that one moment when everything feels okay and not one problem in this shithole of a world bothers me?
i swear to god the moment i meet him i am going to be the fucking sun and shine so bright and passionately it blinds him and makes him melt into me
On blue and blues
Maggie Nelson (Bluets), Banana Yoshimoto (Asleep), Li-Young Lee (The Undressing: Poems), Aron Wiesenfeld (Study for Night Reading), Holly Warburton (Shoreditch, Blues, Witches, A Face in the Crowd)
the best thing i've read in a while.
all i want is the room to be on the edge of hypothermia when i'm sleeping is that too much to ask for
🌱🌱 Ig: aannaillustrations
19-01-2022
sadness. how should i describe it? when i'm feeling it, i wish for it to walk away and treat me as if i were its sworn enemy. but when i'm to write something, it's the first one i invite as if it were my dearest friend, asking it to cling to me until i'm done settling it down on paper.
i am selfish. i abandon sadness most of the time when it comes close to me. but i treat it nicely when i need it to help me fill up the pages of my diary.
13-01-2022
i just made tea listening to achilles come down. feeling like a tormented and anguished protagonist right now.
send help.
13-01-2022
they call me observant. that's not particularly true. people are so easy to read - we bleed emotions even in the way we drink our coffee.
no one seems to notice though. they're all too busy drinking their own damn coffee.
08-01-2022
I still wake up with things to tell you. I still forget forget we're not even friends.
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me to the moon: hey baby
“I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly.”
- Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brönte
26-08-2021
Here me out..in a parallel universe, Hozier and Lana Del Rey are lovers..
Imagine the content they'd make together..I'd die out of bliss.
25-08-2021
sun hidden behind the clouds : a concept
25-08-2021
The sun isn't bright just because I say it is. It just is. It was bright before I even knew the word for bright. I didn't decide what it is, I acknowledged what is it.
You aren't worth something just because I say you are. You just are. You were worth something before I even said anything. I didn't decide that you are, I acknowledged that you are.
This is what I mean when I say "You are worth it."
25-08-2021
We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't.
18-08-2021
the first few weeks after i lost you, i would scream at the sun. how could it possibly still rise every morning and set every night without you here? you see, i was perplexed at how the world could keep turning yet i felt like my whole world had ended. my sun had stopped rising. i lived only in a darkness known by the depths of the deep sea and the black holes of our galaxy. but everyday the bright rays would shine through my curtains then paint a golden mural on my walls until the sky finally mimicked what my heart felt. until finally one day i could feel a little ember within it that grew and grew each day. and the less i thought of you, the more it grew. now i still think of you but my world still turns. and when the sun wakes me, i am glad.