#illhueminati

[soulfulreverie]

bittersweet is the place where we rest our sore feet after dancing all night with a bottle of serotonin, oxytocin, endorphins, dopamine risky and raw on your cousin’s kitchen floor, a place where your hands find its way to the arch of my back,  with you whispering, “I can’t breathe”, only for me to catch you smiling. bittersweet is how  you tell me you admire everything about me in between inhales and exhales, sounding like a drunk person eager to have the next sip. bittersweet is when that bottle is empty and all that’s left of the bottles are wines and whiskeys and more nightcaps to sip out, what we both do not want to take away– like the night and the memories combined and the love that grew bitter and sour like the colors of wine. bittersweet is when you love me and i love you and we still couldn’t be together.

[theprocast]

Time danced in relentless motion,

and I watched as chance after chance after chance

slipped through my fingers.

Moments that could have been etched

In our shared history

were instead lost in the abyss of silence.

The words I have been wanting to say

but never have to courage to

remained locked within my soul,

stifling under the weight

of my own indecision and lack of faith.

Faith for what we could have been,

where our love could have gotten us,

and why we always find out our way

to each other's doorstep.

The unspoken truths echoed

in the depths of my being,

a constant reminder of the opportunities—

of you, of us that slipped away.

Regret paints its melancholic strokes

on the canvas of my heart,

for the road not taken will forever haunt me.

Yet, amidst the sorrow,

a flicker of hope remains,

whispering that perhaps, one day,

the universe will conspire

to reunite our paths and grant us

a second chance at the love we left behind.

[lunameraki]

[heart2starr]

A strawberry kiss and a blade to the heart

[brokenlink-s]

“I hate pretending you are unfazed by these spaces between us because I know, I swear I know that acting like we don't give a shit is eating away at the both of us.”

- don’t lie

[lil-m-a-m-a]

You began to plant me when the weather turned in your favor. The hole you dug was too shallow, the ground unforgiving. I was left without water. When I died, you blamed me. You said I was the wrong kind of plant. You never wanted me here anyway.

[gentle-abyss]

what makes a human, human? is it the inadvertent nature where we, as a species, are so prone to this feeling of over-sentimentality?

where we hold onto things so tightly that they get too comfortable too fast and when you think they’ve nestled comfortably in the soft wrinkles of your palm-- they find a place to seep right between the cracks of our fingers? it seems rather ironic that we can recognize ourselves in mirrors, a skill most animals lack, in attempt to classify our own kind as “intelligent.”

tell me, please, just how tight her grip was. how you looked at a mirror- no, through it- and for a second forgot what you were; a human with instincts.

now tell me how i make you feel. over and over again, and tell me how i hold onto you just right.

[slidezgawd]

[irish-artist-ie]

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[wondersandlands]

You said i was someone and then you went

And you made me no one

You tied my hair back and put  

Plaster on my mouth when i shouted

Your name

And now i’m sick to my stomach wondering how

A greasy kid like you could

Beat me at my own twisted game.

I was always okay at checkers

Not bad, 

could definitely be better.

It wasn’t meant to be weird when i shared with you letters

From the crevices of my cranium cap

I just think our souls are like a map

And you judged me from minor mishaps.

i’m sick of afternoon depression naps

And never feeling cool enough

Because i’m cool as fuck

Carried by short legs, lean quads,

Young, small and tough

I’ll scribble in my journal,

Hold breath til skin turns purple,

Starving & nocturnal,

But my heart is not your urinal.

Seasick,

Well land ho, motherfucker,

I’ve not time to drown in my pity

I should be wreaking havoc in the city

And punching old men

Whose obvious stares shrivel my internal

Hearth down to a single thought,

That i’m “pretty”

When really i can breathe fire through my

Nostrils

or  sing cold golden madrigals,

And i’m not sorry for any of it, not a second,

If i told you im sorry i would be lying

Because nobody cares unless you’re sexy, rich or dying.

[messagestoanonymous]

perfect immunity

sleepless nights, again I reminisce my disparate dreams. every recollection alters the memory and adds to the disorientation from feeling earth's rotation as a disturbance that's discernibly less uncomfortable than the cringe-worthy sourness on my tongue, sticky feeling every time I lift my feet. you see, when life gave me lemons I didn't know what to do with them other than what I did. even now it's hard to think with the static of unfamiliar sounds as a baseline silence, histories held in the body whispering what it had earlier shouted while waiting for anything to begin just so it can look forward to its end. blueprint for repairs includes instructions to cast a shadow unattached to the shape it represents, a shadow that will hence be able to go places. that my body won't move isn’t an immediate cause for concern. you can't kill what's already dead.

[soulfulreverie]

1. Have you looked at the back of the polaroid pictures they took of us? I scribbled some sweet remarks in there. I'm guessing you don't even check them anymore. What on earth was I thinking? [delete] 2. Look, I miss you. I hope it is as simple as that. [delete] 3. It hurts me that you passed up on the possibility of me having to come home to you after a terrible day at work, or the chance to have your arms around me and to wake up with you next to me. It's a shame you took that away from us. It's a shame you never even tried. [delete] 4. The books I read lately makes me feel like I should cut you off. We've only had this toxic, never ending cycle of you and me and our stupidity and having rebound relationships but we can't even talk about what we feel to each other. [delete] 5. Just...can you just let me know if you're at least happy? [delete] 6. Can I call you? I just wanted to hear your voice. [delete] 7. I never planned on loving you this much. [delete] 8. I'm not drunk. I only had a couple glasses of wine. No, scratch that. I had a whole bottle. Where are you? Call me. [delete] 9. Did her kisses felt divine like mine? [delete]

s.a., Texts I (almost) Sent You pt. 5

[theprocast]

Would it really come—the day when my heart does not ache with the thought of you anymore?

s.a.,  of curiosity drenched in wine

[lunameraki]

march 10, “the echoes” 🤍✨ #lunamerakiprompts

[thechechi]

"come at me with the truth"

[brokenlink-s]

“I look at him now and it’s like a mirage. A fuzzy image of something I want so bad but it’s so out of reach, It isn’t real. Yet all I seem to do is chase it.”

- you’re just a mirage