#quotes and poems

[enby-panick]

even love, it seems, dies.

only to be born again, a true phoenix that lives in the cages of our beating hearts

[depraved-raven]

“my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own.”

— liana rădulescu

[slytherinslut0]

[lettersbycandlelight]

[nixieofthenorth]

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing; when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.

Tove Jansson, “Moominvalley in November”

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

-Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

-Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems

-Heather Davis, The Clearing

[i-indigo]

We're strangers now.

It's strange

To pass you by on the street,

When last year you would bathe me in kisses.

I Wanted To Accompany You To The Bus Stop

[ardent-reflections]

We all have one foot in a fairytale, and the other in the abyss.

Paulo Coelho

[cxndiedvi0lets]

"You're leaving me?" I asked with diamonds, glistening in my eyes as I stared at his shadow.

"Yes," He says, then, the sun began to shine.

[tallullahssacredlamb]

Frank O’Hara “Homosexuality” / Adrianne Lenker “Anything” / Trista Mateer “The dogs i have kissed” / Phoebe Bridgers “Waiting room” / Salma Deera “Letters from Medea” / Mary Oliver “Little crazy love song” / Sufjan Stevens “Cimmerian shade” / Richard Siken “I had a dream about you”

[enby-panick]

i have never moved on and neither do I wish to.

to move on is to forget, but why would I ever want to forget how unforgettable we were?

[depraved-raven]

“i did not wait for you—

i didn't know you were coming.

when you walked into my life

i didn't know it was you

because i didn't know there was a you

you were never a list

a goal, a dream or

an expectation—

you were a surprise

a gift, an adventure,

a beautiful new beginning

to a story i never thought l'd have.”

— b. diaz

[slytherinslut0]

[27paperlilies]

♰ 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢 ♰

I watch them linger, at stone etched in loss, shoulders black hunched, a lonely moth slumped.

Lurid petals are softly gifted to the earth, a canvas of satiric afterbirth. Young, then old and in between, gazing out at, what could have been.

Paper hands hold a bowing head, whispers float and drop, like lead. Arm raised in silent question, never did they learn their lesson.

Faint thought tickels a heavy tongue, wanting to comfort distressed fingers wrung. Black clad bodies part, salt lingering in the air, silent in their saddness, and so they leave it there.

Letters left written never to be read, Do not pity souls carried off dead, pity the words they left unsaid.

[nixieofthenorth]

Like the mushroom in the woods, we may appear to be a single entity, but we are invisibly connected by a network as wide as the forest floor.

Mara Freeman, Kindling the Celtic Spirit

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

“ever forward, always looking back,” Aurora Picciottoli