#oldschoolromantics

[old-school-romantics]

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

A Poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness, and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

[ahsgirlblogger]

💞Kit

[piratevaleen]

Conrad Veidt and June Duprez in The Thief of Bagdad, 1940 dir. Ludwig Berger, Michael Powell, Tim Whelan

[silenthill2007]

Is it so hard to love me? Does my touch hurt you?

Do I burn? Do I make you ache?

I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hurt.

My burning hands against your face leaving sizzling marks and lingering scents of smoke. I’m sorry I hurt you.

[eternaldesiresblog]

[longlostinshadows]

I am a fan of those old-school romances... where the touch is earned.

Where even hands are held with consent, the very first time. It starts with a touch on the shoulders as a sign of reassurance. Then elbows, when the other almost takes a fall. And the next time, the pinky fingers brush, and that's enough to create a spark. And the next time you see them, you want an inch more of a touch. As time goes by, the back of the hands wants to turn inside, yet so hesitant. It's intimate, even if it may not seem like it.

[rashi-pov]

khwaab ho tum ya koi haqeeqat?

[sadnesshasanappeal]

The air tastes like melancholy.

[old-school-romantics]

— Fernando Pessoa

[scriptgoyal]

The Mind of the Heart🫀

She thinks she will never get the love she wants, A pure cascade of love inside her Which doesn't fall for the words of the sham world.

[alohasays]

What I think of social media is an escape to your past. People you should have kept in your memories stay here and I don't understand the validation we put up to show our present timely. I don't see you today nor tomorrow but I wish to cross paths with you someday but here we are creating superficial scenarios everyday and the awareness of their present breaks it every time. You think I am ignorant, hyper independent and busy. I think you are all that. We just stare at our existence and wish everyday for miracles that we don't wish to play any part in. Maybe I have kept your one letter which makes no sense in the hope of a hopeless romantic episode for us to happen. Maybe you are waiting for a friend to go on adventures with, without any validation and judgement. So many maybes and your bubble of illusion will burst with their one post. I can never understand social media . I will still write you a letter if you write me one no matter how many years it has been. I will still bleed words in poetry rather than text you to catch up and then disappear.

[oldschoolromantics]

देखूँ जो आसमाँ से तो इतनी बड़ी ज़मीं.....इतनी बड़ी ज़मीन पे छोटा सा एक शहर

छोटे से एक शहर में सड़कों का एक जाल.... सड़कों के जाल में छुपी वीरान सी गली

वीराँ गली के मोड़ पे तन्हा सा इक शजर....तन्हा शजर के साए में छोटा सा इक मकान

छोटे से इक मकान में कच्ची ज़मीं का सहन ..कच्ची ज़मीं के सहन में खिलता हुआ गुलाब

खिलते हुए गुलाब में महका हुआ बदन ......महके हुए बदन में समुंदर सा एक दिल

उस दिल की वुसअ'तों में कहीं खो गया हूँ मैं ..यूँ है कि इस ज़मीं से बड़ा हो गया हूँ मैं ।।

[silenthill2007]

I haven’t cried for ages.

But I needed too.

So. so. so. badly.

I needed to cry, when you left.

I needed to cry when I fell and scraped my knees. They didn’t hurt , but no one came to help.

I needed to cry everyday, when I laid in my bed and the silence made me ache.

I needed to cry then.

To mourn my day, to let myself feel all the horrible emotions in one moment instead of suffering in its stillness in it’s entirety .

It’s icky, suffocating entirety.

I should’ve forced myself. I needed it more than anything, needed to let myself take a big huff and fall apart so I could look at the pieces and examine how damaged I was. Clean them, polish. Fixing.

So I could walk out my door and not feel like I was suffering constantly. Crying gave me that relief I didn’t know I needed. When am I allowed to cry again? To become an emotional mess, chaotic outbursts of sadness or happiness. When can I have that sense of overwhelming feeling? Tell me. Please.

[tantrakid]

In my head, you are still online, chatting and chatting through eternity...and you said it will end!?