#litreture

[notasdesan]

[sinligh]

It’s early summer,

the hopeless romantic in me found her way to the surface when the heat melted couple of my overprotective layers.

so here i am, allowing her a moment of spotlight and myself some vulnerability.

it’s past midnight, I’m sitting in floor of my kitchen eating fruits with a knife

wondering, if it’s really safe to romanticize life?

I indulge myself anyway, and think about how fruits can be considered a love language if you’re starved enough to taste love that’s throughly stained with muted apologies. 

I trust, that when the sun rises tomorrow all my attempts to romanticize life will sublimate and create a thick fog of melancholy that I’ll have no other option but to get lost into.

even so, tonight I’m tired enough to let it be and so i write this, my own report of pathology

officially it’s untitled, but I’m thinking: the pathology of love.

i start by resecting pieces of all the habits that i define my existence based on along with some of the heartache that i held onto for too long

deep down, i know some of it belongs to my mother

At least its mature flavor says so, that, balanced with the sweet essence of an overly ripe fruit that never belonged

Young and brash and an acquired taste.

it’s a poorly fixed microscopic tissue, preserved in a high percentage of feminine rage

Low expectations stained with love and paranoia alike and the question that asks itself:

is it benign or malignant?

is it infiltrating my soul, taking away from my potential to grow ?

It stays unanswered, an unforced error

because i always carry those little versions of me that vary in the percentage of their belief in my own bone marrow

a core biopsy will always show that i still believe.

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•Quotes: Anaïs Nin/ Sylvia Plath/ Virgina Woolf/ Franz Kafka/Marcel Proust/ Simone de Beauvoir/Anne Carson/ Andrea Gibson/Anaïs Nin

•Original context:

•Art reference:

1. British School - Head of a girl, c. 1850. 2. Painting ( details) by Richard E. Miller. 3. Paintings by Jen Mazza. 4. Neil Carroll Original Oil Painting Realism Impressionism. 5. The Gross Clinic (details), by Thomas Eakins 6. Wounds of the Earth by xis.lanyx. 7.painting by Herbert James Draper.

[cottagecoredazz]

When he grabs your hips and kisses you gentle

[nabihahahahahaha]

[fallingicarus111]

What is love to me?

Maybe I'm not the one, who would kiss you amidst the most crowded concert, passionately pouring all the secret stories penned by the lavender ink into your blue heart.

Maybe I'm not the one who would eat the heart of a basilisk, erasing all the venomous stains of your nightmare.

But I'm the one, who would flood a tsunami of words that might wreck you heart, purge your heart into blooming a beautiful red rose ---- one you would give to your beloved.

I'm the one who would cut his wrist relinquishing all the unwanted and unexpressed thoughts through the hot red blood; every drop of that blood would become the cold wine in the holy chalice of your marriage ceremony, each touch upon your lips rendering your sobriety.

[nightmareevara]

Reminder: you're not as pathetic as you think you are, don't let loneliness of night make you feel like that. Hope for better and never disappoint yourself. Never.

[cabinchronicles246]

Fire and Water

I followed you

Fiery muse

Your spitting flames burning my eyes

With desire

Red passion

Lead to a deadly kiss of spice

What a blazing heat!

You boil my heart

Sucked dry

Your desert sun explodes my skies

Until I see twinkling sparks

Ashes to ashes

Alluring fire

You’re hyperventilating inside me

I am made to live

On water

I drown you in my blue lagoon

Fire cannot be sustained

We are made of water

-CabinChronicles246

[symphonyofhearts]

His eyes were like a pool of abyss I let myself fall deep into it without even seeing the burning fire behind them

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

Intimacy of urdu literature ✨️

[samandhislostshoe]

the koubek brothers being half slovak is deeply personal to me and i claim ivan koubek as my national treasure

[diamondtrashangel]

philosophy classes are always full of men because they're still mentally underdeveloped

[cottagecoredazz]

When he kisses u on forehead when u open ur eyes in his arms every single day

[i-am-aprl]

Thanks Mike for pointing out something a celebrity wrote 400 years ago.

[nightmareevara]

"Are you okay?"

No I'm lonely. Too lonely.

[cabinchronicles246]

7 years between you and me love

7 chances to give me up

3 long years for you to know my touch

3 months to decide I wasn’t good enough

1 message I read with bloodstained eyes

1 last soulless lullaby

- CabinChronicles246

[symphonyofhearts]

I see the sun in your eyes , hears the waves from your heart and the way your soul speaks the tales from the past and the shimmering hope for a future Together