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agelesslibrary · 2 months
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One minute my body is on fire, fuelled by all the love in my heart
A switch flips and there I am, cursing the day I promised to play the part
Claiming that I'm proud would surely be a sin
One minute I flow like honey, pouring away the secrets I had forever concealed
The next season makes me numb, and I feel as though this sting can never be healed
Knowing all my stories end the same makes it hard to begin
One minute your voice seems to bandage the fractures unseen
The next moment you can see in my eyes that we've got miles in between
Suddenly the butterflies turn into spiders crawling up my skin
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agelesslibrary · 2 months
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This feeling of never being able to love
Melancholia fits my frame like a glove
Why should I call it loneliness when it feels like a release?
From the burden of trying to be the best for their mental peace
Confessions like these prevent the words from ever seeing the light
Do I write to convince or am I convinced to write?
By the shunned part of my being that has now become a stranger
She swears on being harmless while seeing everything as a danger
How I hate her for always being around
But how I love her for always standing her ground.
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agelesslibrary · 3 months
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Ready to react, his hands are blue
Infinite ideas, the words are few
So much to plan, nothing to pursue
The room looks mesmerizing with moonlight shining through
Are you magnanimous enough to see beyond the mess?
Would you blur the hands to focus on what they are trying to express?
Would the chaos beneath, make you admire the surface any less?
If he can't get a hold of his life, he'll get a hold of his pen
If he manages to hide his scars, he will manage to pretend they don't exist every now and then.
If he can't find her warmth, he will slip under the covers
If he can't cry for himself, he will start crying over the centuries old star crossed lovers.
If he can't devise a solution to the problem, he will devise a verse
If the hurt is not harrowing enough, he will wangle to make it worse
If he cannot be the person that everyone adores, he will play his part
If no one else is willing to, he will gladly break his own heart.
—agelesslibrary
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agelesslibrary · 5 months
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So many lives to live within this one, it's hard to choose what I want
Peaceful nights are not so peaceful when the choices you never made come to haunt
I wish the love was as pretty as the words you used to flaunt
Yet in the echoes of silence, their absence does daunt.
— agelesslibrary
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agelesslibrary · 5 months
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When did it start?
Faking scenarios just to feel some feelings
My memory is bad, but ask me to point every spot on these white ceilings
If the mind is made, why is my heart still the source of all these wailings?
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agelesslibrary · 5 months
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"We're collecting our kids in bags! In bags!" "We're finding body parts that we don't know who it belongs to"
A massacre after another, and the world is silent. This has to stop.
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agelesslibrary · 5 months
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agelesslibrary · 5 months
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and let the history books name joe biden, rishi sunak, justin trudeau, emmanuel macron, ursula von der leyen and every other world leader who did not step in to prevent the genocide of palestine as cold-blooded murderers. may they face a shred of the immeasurable pain and suffering they allowed to be committed against 2.2. million innocent lives.
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agelesslibrary · 5 months
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the Israelis have blinded us to Gaza by bombing the remaining tech infrastructure. We are seeing drastic falloffs in connectivity especially in the northern and central strip, where al-Shifa Hospital is located. They bombed near Shifa earlier this week, and if you go check Israeli social media right now they have already manufactured the justification to bomb Shifa Hospital. They are calling it 'Hamas HQ'. Over 50 thousand people are believed to be sheltering there, and it's one of the last medical centers with any capacity to function despite the fuel shortage as it is partly solar powered. We likely won't hear anything for the next few hours, and ground operations are likely to already be underway.
There's not much more to say at this point, and not much to do but pray. I'm sorry.
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agelesslibrary · 5 months
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Its been said countless times but its insane that we are literally witnessing a genocide. We are being witness to the mass slaughter of indigenous peoples and nobody with the power to do anything seems to care. Its so hard to hold onto hope, but we must for the Palestinian people. As an indigenous person who still feels the effect of ethnic cleansing and genocide and colonization today, who sees it still in his family, it pains me to see it currently happening to millions of people. Death to israel. Death to america. Death to britian. Justice for the Palestinian people. Solidarity with oppressed peoples everywhere. Strength to Gaza.
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agelesslibrary · 6 months
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How was it, dragging the baggage when your shoulders were too sore from carrying it?
You filled your home with their voices, and now you have nowhere to sit
You would take all their bullets while watching them leave before taking the first hit
The skin sensed cold in the middle of July, your eyes saw black even when the candles were lit
From asking for shelter to burning down their house, the journey still remains one of the greatest crimes you'll ever commit
Playful promises don't exist, but lying was the easy way out is something that you'll never admit
Every wrong you do someone, there comes a price to pay for it.
— agelesslibrary
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agelesslibrary · 6 months
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How was it, dragging the baggage when your shoulders were too sore from carrying it?
You filled your home with their voices and now you have nowhere to sit
You'd take all their bullets while watching them leave before taking the first hit
The skin sensed cold in the middle of July, your eyes saw black even when the candles were lit
Every wrong you do someone, there comes a price to pay for it.
— agelesslibrary
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agelesslibrary · 8 months
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I've heard the quote "There's peace in solitude" probably a million times now. And although it felt right and wise when I was young. Now it's different. Not that I disagree with it, but failing to mention the "kind" of peace, is kind of misleading, I think.
Solitude, at least for me, is necessary. And I'm not talking about the "let me be alone for a while and then everything will be fine" kind of solitude. I'm talking about "I feel like I'm crushing under a truck if someone stays near me longer than they should". Solitude does bring me peace, but the chaotic peace. One where I constantly question why it is so unacceptable for me to be loved. One where I want to communicate how I feel, but I can't. One where I can be out-of-the- character rude if someone wants to stay. I need to be alone. I have this love-hate relationship with desolation, I hate it, but I need it to stay sane. I need it to function properly, I need it to write, I need it to focus, and I need it constantly. No amount of solitude is enough for me to achieve this chaotic peace of mine. And although it's so hard to understand, it's somewhat easy to write about when I'm alone.
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agelesslibrary · 8 months
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The true power of writing lies in its ability to transcend time and place, to connect us with the past and future. And perhaps, to make us feel a little less lonely in the present.
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agelesslibrary · 8 months
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Does their heart pump love while mine only pumps hate?
Is their work hard while mine is just fate?
Is their blood hot while mine has run cold?
If we have the same hearts, why is mine impossible to hold?
— agelesslibrary
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agelesslibrary · 8 months
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You wouldn't tell me to be at peace if you saw the demons that I dread
As much as I love your melodies, they never seem to calm the voices in my head
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agelesslibrary · 8 months
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The wounds become fresh every time the scars are shown
Dreadful distance, resentful remarks, for sins such as this, I know I can never atone
You can feel me sinking daggers deep into your flesh, tell me how do you still condone?
— agelesslibrary
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