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hey lurker. welcome to my headspace

[xxzia]

i hope one day you'd come to understand this love.

i hope one day you'd understand the silence.

i hope one day, you'll notice the grief.

i hope one day, you'll finally be ready to mend.

[xxzia]

I didn’t know the face you would take

Nor the body you would wear

But I’ve been searching for you.

And now that you’re here, flesh and soul,

I just know, it had been you all along

[thereadmind]

[histhoughtslately]

Accept this change and move on…

[remanence-of-love]

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

[mournfulroses]

Adonis, from a poem titled “Unintended Worship,” featured in If Only the Sea Could Sleep

[manincaffeine]

[xxzia]

mmhmmmmm

[xxzia]

but baby i'm a ticking time bomb would you rather lose me now or lose me forever

[vexheart]

[xxzia]

Found a rabbit hole in this concrete jungle.

It’s been distressing me— this sudden shift in scenery. Too many people, too many buildings, too many cars— too much of everything.

Yet the air is too thin as the smog grows thick; the sky lacks its stars, and the mornings are devoid of their glory.

There are too few conversations, even fewer smiles. My mind is a constant pounding paranoia, my hands restless.

I just wanna go home.

[crystal-queer-aesthetics-deacti]

Hey guys, I made a rainbow aesthetic, because I was bored. My requests will be open again tomorrow, (if you request something tonight it might be rolling over)

[xxzia]

Love 🌈

[xxzia]

Thirteen inches Could it be nearer But you don’t scorch Nor burn

So here I am Underneath your blaze Like Icarus to the sun Melt me til morn

— Within Reach

[sotick]

By  Giulia Bersani

[xxzia]

Mood

[xxzia]

“Who was she?”

“She was a lot of things.

But right now let me tell you how she particularly liked flowers. I guess she liked the colors; or the hope it brings, the chance at new beginnings. At least that was what I surmised when she finally taught me how to love them too.

I told her ‘we should grow a garden together’, and have a limitless strike at second chances.

That was when she silently taught me she also liked the decay after the bloom, the wilting petals, the abandoned boquet— I was the only one who wanted the garden; she just liked giving away beautiful, dying things.

So here I am, striving to thrive in this barren land, a ghost of a garden, of flowers that would never bloom; learning how to unlove her, because I can still flourish too.”

—The Physiology of Moving On

[xxzia]

Life update: preparing for the board exams with an aching tooth. What makes you high?

[xxzia]

Writing prompt by @poetbitesback When I look at myself in the mirror

[xxzia]

Splintering lightning   The hailing of a storm Like the beads slipping Down the frigid bottle Slipping I am slipping in my resolve To stop wishing You show up at random places Stop wishing It’s your name I find beneath an empty bottle Stop wishing It’s your hand I hold After thirteen more