𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞

...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.

this whole year changed me , ppl ain’t real & the love ain’t either

“Every miserable fool who has nothing at all of which he can be proud, adopts as a last resource pride in the nation to which he belongs; he is ready and happy to defend all its faults and follies tooth and nail, thus reimbursing himself for his own inferiority.”
Arthur Schopenhauer

I've raised my voice at a human only twice in my entire life. Both times at the same human. Put differently: I've known only one human in my entire life. Put differently: I've allowed only one human to know me.

🥳 100k

Btc to the moon 🚀

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"I like your personality."
"Thanks.. It's disorder!"

“The secret of being a bore is to tell everything.”
Voltaire

The wound is where the light enters us

It was a pause, and then a quiet voice,
"does it hurt?" He whispered.

I used to think I was afraid of being lost, but then I realized I was afraid of who might find me.

It's the twenty-third of August, it's been raining this morning, it got me think of all winter nights when I lay down in bed cuddling with you.
I just wanted to tell you that I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forever's. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.
Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came we'd given up on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I'm hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to finally, finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it's still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection
but please now
whether it's the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions
you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Your kisses, soft as morning dew,

Awaken dreams, make skies so blue.

In your warmth, I found what's true.

You wanted things and you couldn't help it, because there was only your life, only yourself to wake up with, and how could you ever tell yourself what you wanted was wrong?

Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour.

Holding on worse than the Fall.

In a dream I saw you
without you nearby
no you, and no one
it was the happiest I'd ever seen me.

I love you,
but not in a way you understand...

"The way you seem to always get under my skin."

i’m at that age where getting excited about staying home is a real thing

Vanilla in my mouth
rivers in my eyes.

Surviving rejection is an art.

And so it seems I must always write
you letters that I can never send.

“Safe and secure—that’s where love thrives.”

“Ur so brave for sharing ur story”

No stuff just happens to me and I can’t shut up

I know you ain't a drug but you get me so high.

It was like autumn, looking at you. It was like driving up north to see the colors.

tacit
(adj.) understood without being openly expressed.

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The world is entire, and
I am outside of it, crying..

I was born
to adore
you

...

Women have curious ways of hurting someone else. They hurt themselves instead;

But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake, and perhaps as long as eternity too.

it did not kill me and
it did not make me stronger
it simply was and always
will be scorched upon my heart

within her laughter are endless amounts of ways she lives and loves. but when it's straight from the soul, you marry that woman and hope you survive the beauty shining out of her. you might lose everything, but you will gain a purpose. if you're not getting lost in the possibility of wandering this world with her, you don't deserve anything she offers. and if you think you will be able to change a single goddamn thing about this creature, you will become another marker for men who thought they could. she just wants to be able to spend time with her friends in order to never forfiet who she is. if that's a problem, she won't be shy or timid when it comes to telling you off. her softness is forged by pain and resilience. it's a combination that will cut you to the bone if you get too close with your bullshit. her heart will outlast anything you try and destroy, including the future of what she's building. give her space when she needs it and air to breathe when her lungs get heavy. we all forget how fragile life can be, until a flower becomes a pillar for the ones who need to be held.

If you must know anything know that the hardest task is to live only once

I never stopped believing in myself
and everything I feel for you, and I
will, as long as the air fills my lungs.

"Something in your eyes violently sensual, alive, earthy..."

"I'm beginning to know myself.
I don't exist.
I'm the space between what I'd like to be and what others made of me."

The urge to end my life and die>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Sorry mama I don't think I'll make it through my life anymore.

That's me. Pathological pathetic bitch.

so pathetic

pathetic

imm reallyyyy attttt myyyyyy looowesttt brooo

I hate it when i talk to someone ab my sadness and they say, "Oh, me too, blah, blah, blah" and then it makes u feel like u r in a suffering competition of who is suffering more

But would crying fix it?

It is my heart that feels like this

Desperation and loneliness

you have to cry until you break
to scream so much to fill the holes of absence
that's what you did, what I did.
I wonder if that didn't make the error worse.

This is me ripping apart so I can stitch myself back together without the dark inside.