#hate and love

[inguaribile-romantica9]

Another work by Alessia Pelonzi. Wonderful.

https://www.instagram.com/alessiapelonzi?igsh=bDZtczJiZ2t5N3pu

[doctormaki12]

Eddie regret his job everyday😞💔

[arclariam]

Como podem duas pessoas se amarem e se odiarem na mesma proporção? Como podem duas pessoas serem paz e o caos um do outro?

-Arclariam

[full-blown-idiot]

Adoration and animosity go hand in hand, within the tempestuous thrashings of his broken mind. It's a greedy love, fierce and tooth baring. The kind of hatred that stems from his own flaws. He hates and he loves, hand in hand. It's always been that way, always will. And John is no different.

Simon would rend himself incapable if it inspired those sapphire eyes to pinch in a smile; and yet he hates so terribly when he watches Johnny live. Love. Laugh. And cry. When Johnny screams with utter glee, harassing Gaz. The easy way he moves between the throngs of crowds. The way eyes naturally gravitate towards bright, loud, pretty, alive johnny. It's as though a form of jealousy, held between bitter teeth and behind black fabric. But he loves him, more than words or even sounds could describe. He is everything.

And Simon is just the scraps of a fucked up childhood.

[fallingapart2dream]

I don't believe in heaven or hell but if there's a hell, I'll meet you there.

[heretherebedork]

Every time the word hate is said or thought in episode 3 of My Personal Weatherman

And bonus: the one time love is mentioned

[mydarlingbat]

Batman : the man who laughs #1

[lonelyvampx]

✨lets win and kill each other✨

what happened after dynamite 26, march? after this promo?

Enjoy it strickpage stans 🫴🏼

[ladyswartzrot]

And he was watching me and the hatred was as pure, as undiluted by remembered love, as it had been all along.

The Vampire Lestat

Anne Rice

[missm1ssunderstood]

I wish i hated you.

[callmeblondie]

I first met you in year 8. An insecure girl and a boy she's too shy to talk to. No conversation, just shy glances and butterflies. Nothing happened but you stayed in my mind.

Then you were there in high school. In History, English and French and all I could do was look at you and daydream about what could be rather than learning poetry conventions. As we learned about the romantics all that filled my head was images of dates that would never be and a spark nowhere near ignited. Nothing happened but I couldn’t help but think about the what ifs.

Lockdown came and went and that once insecure girl became comfortable with herself. The butterflies that once weighed me down turned to light laughs as we became friends. Suddenly it didn't feel too daunting to work with you in Biology because you were just like everyone else. Nothing happened and it didn’t hurt to watch you with someone else.

GCSE’s and now we both know a bit more about who we are. You cut your hair, cut it shorter like I did to mine and suddenly you’re back in my head and worming your way back to my heart. I have my friends and you have yours. Somehow you’re on my mind when I’m with my boyfriend. Nothing happens and I try to ignore the nagging feeling in my stomach.

Sixth form comes and I’ve never felt more myself. We talk about chess and make jokes about the fact you’re so dedicated to the gym. Our best friends are dating but I wish it was us holding hands instead. So much happens in nine months that we’re back to stolen glances and butterflies rather than sitting next to each other like we once did. We text and I try to flirt but we exist in different worlds. I know that nothing will happen but I can hide the feeling of dread this time around. Nothing happens but I don't know if that's my self doubt or just how it was always meant to be. 

[inguaribile-romantica9]

[idontmindifuforgetme]

i hope that in 2025 u get to take more walks, read more books, connect with more people whom u love and who love u, achieve ur goals (even if ur goals are having no goals and just living in the moment), exercise fun hobbies, move from a place of self-direction, and weave together a beguiling assortment of beautiful little moments. remember that no feeling lasts forever. love u

[arclariam]

Dizem que há uma fina linha entre amor e ódio, e por isso é tão fácil confundir os dois sentimentos. Você pode achar que odeia alguém, e na realidade está amando, e vice e versa. Quimicamente falando, as fórmulas do ódio e do amor são parecidas, de forma neurológica, há teorias fortes, que estes sentimentos surgem do mesmo lado do cérebro.

Talvez seja por isso que sempre estamos tão propensos a permanecer em lugares que não nos cabe mais. Digo por mim e por ele, claramente não nos amamos mais. É nítido ver que existe ódio, ele consome e sufoca, mas como dois sadomasoquistas continuamos testando todo os nossos limites, voltando sempre pra mais e mais.

Se houvesse pelo menos uma gota de indiferença entre nós, seria o melhor. Mas sabemos que não conseguiríamos. Então voltamos a nos encontrar, porque não somos indiferentes ainda, mas não nos amamos mais. Sobra aquela velha garrafa cheia de ódio mais refinado e amargo, então a utilizamos fodendo como animais, perigosamente no limite.

O ódio que não deixamos passar, pelas noites que não podemos mais ficar, pelos dias que não podemos mais compartilhar. Então terminamos mais uma daquelas noites, enquanto visto minhas roupas, você fuma algum cigarro caro. Mas não é o suficiente ainda, eu e você e as paredes escuras do seu quarto sabemos que ela se repetirá.

-Arclariam

[jue-jack]

Kirby is a star!!!