#dawnisgone

[transparentdandelion]

Selenium

I carry in my hands

Forests and selenium 

And the way my hair twists on my fingers

I will pour into

This

Into us

Into you

This is the investment 

Worry makes a bed in my spine

Though numbers look green

I'm not naive enough anymore to believe in the color

I pile my heart at your feet

Behind your back 

On your chest

I pray that you will take care of these pieces

They're all I have left. 

-transparentdandelion

[bemoodieart]

✨Midnight Kiss✨

[ldlesaun-blog]

AWAKE // nori sickels

[inkedpoet]

i am clawing at the light. (it learns to bleed quietly.)

excerpts from my diary, once upon a time, so did i

[hsinhuas-moved]

(ignore the fact that the pic has my old url) summertime sexy and 300 followers means I’ll be doing moodboards, poems, and name aes till school starts again! 

rules: 

- must be following me or me - reblog this post (likes don’t count!!) - maybe check out my newsletter, my writing , or my other blogs

 send: 

 - 🌿 + a nice thing going on in your life for an archive moodboard (or a prompt for a themed moodboard)  - 🌟 + a song rec + a poem title for a short poem  - 🥟 + a poem rec + a name for a name aes  - 🌑 + a song/poem rec if you want to participate but don’t want to ask for anything 

 literature fandom celebrations are going on here!

[hynpos]

You think "divine" means perfection, but perfect what? Beauty, cruelty, or both?

the gods are not kind

[verbosities]

to be a star, you must burn.

s.g // nova

[peoniepoetals]

how do I explain that we are infinite?

whispers to the night sky in your eyes - a. CLAW

[blurrifies]

pretty is a word that belongs to girls with bright smiles and locks golden like the sun and skin pale like the moon and the universe in their eyes. who could swallow the sun and nobody would even blink. pretty fits in the dimples that curve in the side of her cheek. pretty belongs to the magic of midday, a warm hand curling around your wrist and a fluttering pulse.

beautiful is a word that belongs to girls with hair in choppy bits and lips that rarely quirk up and anxiety that bubbles up behind their throat. beauty is etched into her ebony skin, her long nose, her acne scars. we whisper secrets into the curls of her hair, and it’s like the world stops when she laughs. beauty is the muscles in her arms, flexing as she pumps her wheelchair.

loveliness is a word traced in elegant lines over plump legs, a lingering mark on the side of her glasses. it’s the ambition in her eyes, what would make you gladly be another brick if only so that she can make her castle. loveliness is for princesses, queens, visionaries, stars, girls, girls, girls.

- girls | a. graham

[transparentdandelion]

Faith

When I lose faith in myself

I grab onto words

The piles and collections of letters

Fingers against hot pressed paper

Anything to feel less afraid...

There's a constellation,

In my heart

I keep thinking if I connect all the stars with string

Maybe it'll fix me

But I forgot how to sew...

When you save me I just want to stop staring at the hinges, but

I can't stop focusing on how the screws could fall onto the floor, 

At any second 

I don't feel worthy of what I've been presented with

No matter how hard I've worked

I never seem to 

And you call me an angel and you shower me with things I don't know how to deserve 

Trying to comprehend things about me that even I don't even know how to grasp.

I want to tell you I am an airplane with no pilot

That this territory is uncharted

And I don't understand it either.

-transparentdandelion

[bemoodieart]

Dawn is Gone

[tartts]

mood: rembrandt painting portraits of himself in fancy poses and clothes inspired by other famous works over and over again and making his students copy them as “training”

[ldlesaun-blog]

bad phone poetry pt.1 via @lidlesaun

[perspective]

i haven’t made or joined a network in a really long time so i’m feeling a little rusty but i’ve always wanted to make a network for writers, to support each other’s work, so this idea popped up! so what is thewritersnw? it’s a network for writers who want to share their work, as well as be able to interact with fellow writers.

rules

must be following perspective

reblog this post (likes will only be counted as bookmarks)

send me your name, age, a one-sentence description and a link to your writing so i can put it on the network page (which is still a work in progress). you can send it through im or through my inbox. either works!

must be writing original work. it could be poetry, short stories, drabbles or headcanons for your original characters, writing through roleplay, etc.

be supportive of other writers!

make use of the #thewritersnw tag for your works

that’s it tbh! literally everybody who follows the rules above will become a member of the network and if in demand, i can make a discord group chat but that’ll probably be in the future once the network gets a good number of members. thank you all have a great day/night!

[macbcth]

i. When i look back on it, it’s all cloyingly sweet- as if every moment was drenched in that artificial, supposedly healthy, sweetener that my mum loves putting in her tea. . ii. We were a facade of love: a superficial relationship, sticking labels on ourselves to validate our feelings. "maybe if i say ‘i love you’ enough, it will make the words true." . iii. We saw everything in candy floss colours and stuck cotton in our ears and eyes, hoping to blur out the world. But the only thing we succeeded in, was blurring out each other. "it wasn’t you i fell in love with, but rather the feeling of being wanted." . iv. So we continued to lick sugar off each other’s lips, till one of us, i can’t remember who, got sick and threw it all up. . v. But that violent upheaval was too much, wasn’t it? too abrupt, too unexpected, too jarring, and suddenly, the cotton disappeared, and in desperate attempts to restore the world back its to faded sweetness, . we drifted apart . like clouds . in the sky.

too much of a good thing, or something like that | i.s.

[verbosities]

the greatest joy of love is this: you give everything you have, yet you are never empty of light, and of love

s.g // always overflowing with light