pocket poetry
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welcome to the life of electra heart ♡︎
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I got a lust for life
when hozier said "the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you" and when halsey said "i know i've only felt religion when i've lied with you" and when sappho said "in the crooks of your body i find my religion" and then when rf kuang said "she's the only divine thing he ever believed in"
I womder if anyone has felt the way i felt. And then i remeber the moon is seen by many but loved by few, the sun shines bright but no one got close enough to feel it's warmth. The earth once so loving and caring is being destroyed by the beeings she loves.
No one knows me like the stars. No one saw me cry like them, no one saw the smoke leave my lips, no one listened to me like they did. The stars tho so far away love me, and they burn bright to show me that
Sometimes i think that i'm my worst enemy and my worst mistake
Trough My sadness, trough my pain trough my bleeding heart, i felt a bit of numbness on the wound , i felt it slither among everything else and for the first time ever, i let it spread
It's weird being the loving but never the loved. You're surrounded by so much love constantly but at the end of the day you're all alone and there's nothing you can do.
Sometimes i feel like i need to hear your voice. I'm hungry for your words, thirsty for your voice, the empty room longs for your presence. I need to smell your cologne, i need to feel your touch because if i don't i leak, i loose myself
I have moved on. You took everything. The stars don't remember our dance, the flowers have withered away, my hand no longer recognizes your face, i've embraced the emptiness of my bed, the wind no longer wishpers your name. That's how i know i moved on from you.
You are everything. That's why i can't move on. The moon knows our story, the stars have watched us dance, the flowers were inspired by your beauty, the wind wishpers your name, my hand remembers the curves of your face, my ears remember your voice, my bed remembers your figure. That's why i can't move on from you.
late nights, journals filled with tears, us on the balcony talking while time passes, while we're waiting for our death, while we're waiting for the next eclipse, while life drains out of us in a gigantic sandglass, somewhere on the beautifull street of our lives there is a tree with our names carved on it <33
since i first saw you, life was never the same. What i thought was ugly, became beautiful, my heart aches for poetry, my life is hooked on you. my heart's confused. I would rearange the stars if it ment you loving me. But you're like sugar, i know you're bad but i cannot let you go.
my chlotes are dirty, my eyeliner is messy, my hair a dark void, my eyes are empty, my life an open book and i think this is the worst chapter
id give anything, i'd give my past and future, i'd give half of my soul, i'd give all of my beauty and all my pain just to see you smile again
How did your autumn go like?
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Real
So iconic that they took real life historical homophobe bill masters and they were like…he’s way ahead of his time in being against conversion therapy, his best friend in the world is a closeted gay man, his only other friend is a lesbian sex worker, his publisher is also gay, his receptionist is also gay, he’s so jazzed to start a study on gay sex at his clinic, he wants to know if bisexuality is real <3 peace and love on planet earth this is what I want from my prestige tv
Darrel Rhea: "Flowers & Mermaids"