Heavy.
Days are heavy and uncertain.
I look different. Mature.
And heavy.
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Heavy.
Days are heavy and uncertain.
I look different. Mature.
And heavy.
Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Late Spring in the Mesilla Valley”
Butterflies in my stomach when you're around.
Hold me down, buttercup.
You're so soft and very pretty
But no illusion can ever cover your science.
You're vile.
And every touch carries a different sickness.
But... kiss me. With your filthy lips.
'look at me...'
George Frederick Watts ('Orpheus and Eurydice'), Gregory Orr ('Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence'), Chloé Zhao ('Hamnet'), Edward Poynter ('Orpheus and Eurydice'), Ovid, tr. Rolfe Humphries ('Metamorphoses'), Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot ('Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld'), Kazimierz Wierzyński, tr. Czeslaw Milosz ('A Word of Orphists')
Lie to me, tell me you love me.
And I'm afraid I'll kiss you for it.
La... la... la... I'm in love with him, but he's typical.
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Sometimes greatness takes a whole lot of courage,
A whole lot of fears,
A whole lot of contemplating,
And a whole lot of tears.
You're not afraid of me.
You're afraid of who you actually are.
Because I know you so very deeply.
You love the darkness as much I do.
You love to be chosen so sinfully.
Run away as much as you can, love.
But at the end of your silly little race, I will be there to congratulate you for being so foolish.
And I'll take you home.
perhaps you wish for the stars while the entire galaxy is being prepared for you.
perhaps you wish for a single flower and the whole garden is meant to be yours.
Maybe... but what if I want that star. That one star, so bad I ache?
I've been gone.
Gone back and forth in madness.
You are more than what they did to you. The rejections, the silences, the separations… none of this defines your worth. You remain a beautiful person, even when you've been hurt.
Letters from a Fairy
"You used to be good. What happened?"
What a waste of time....
What a waste of dreams....
What a waste of devotion...
What a waste of sanity...
What a waste of love...
I have given to a fantasy.
It ain't all pretty. No. It's horrid.
The universe will never give you peace in something you were never meant to settle in.
☁︎ — unknown (via sinr)
Do you know what it's like to feel homeless in your own skin?
To feel that every whisper and laugh was mockery targeted at you?
Your back slouched to look smaller.
More fitting in a society that kicks you down when you're aching.