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I really try to have my love be a fire. Not just a little spark no. I want to engulf you in love. I want you to feel the warmth on your worst days. I want to ignite you with love. A love you can feel, a love you can taste, making it tangible, something you can wrap yourself in when everything else in your world is falling apart and you have no where else to turn or you will be spinning. I want to ground you with love. Something to sooth your wandering mind. Something you don’t have to search for or ask for i give it to you freely. Without strings or expectations. Without anything but tender pure raw love for you.

A little thought I picked up from a conversation with a friend.

Do demons really deserve our hate? Every-time, I talk about things that make my soul bleed, I label them as demons. But aren’t those very demons the most beautiful creation in my head?

They are unapologetic, the most vulnerable part of my personality, the part that I want to conceal because the people around me are not ready to deal with the rawness of it all. So why label them and weigh them down with so much hatred, they do trouble you, but only because you don’t let them speak to you.

A little kid constantly crying, constantly interrupting your conversations, clinging on to your arm, just so you look at them for a second, crouch down to their eye level and offer a them consoling smile.

I bet you rue the day you kissed the writer in the dark,

Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart.

- Writer in the dark, Lorde.

To my future wife,

We're gonna have so much fun together.

Maybe we'll be shoving each other when we're brushing our teeth.

Maybe we'll be chasing each other through the backyard.

And then you trip and fall and we're both laughing together and then you look up and the sun's shining right behind my head.

You kiss me.

Because you're grateful.

And no, I don't look forward to it for the sex and the physicality of it.

I look forward to it so I can brush the hair off your eyes every morning when we wake up.

I look forward to it so I can bring you coffee and burnt toast in bed and you pretending like it's a gourmet meal.

I look forward to it so I can say "I love you" every single night because there's no one else I'd rather share the moon and the stars with.

“My soul is alight with your infinitude of stars. Your world has broken upon me like a flood. The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart.”

— Rabindranath Tagore

A dinner is cool but how about we spend the night staring at the moon together?

life would be so different if i was a bookshop owner in a small village near some forest, who has a secret affair with the local poet

Off to manifest this xd

Does anyone ever feel tired of simply existing?

“I wrote poetry, I befriended the ghosts inside”

— (via michaelbogild)

There is something so comforting about sitting at libraries late at night with a candle, while you gulp the pages of a book with a hungry fervour. You are so lost in a different world, for a while nothing matters except for the pains of your character and you don't even realise it's dawn. You haven't moved an inch, your back aches, your eyelids are drooping, but you feel this contentment in your chest, and god I would give anything to bring that feeling back.

How do these four walls, contain my wild soul?

Everything in the rain becomes so much better? Like yes please I want you to take me on a date with the rain. Where there is only one umbrella but ample conversations and it's only there for the sake of holding hands, warm bodies pressed up together; soft breath fanning on my skin. The heady scent of the damp earth enveloping us. The sound of your laughter and the way you throw your head back, your eyes crinkling along with the pitter-patter of the rain and I swear I will fall in love with you if you ask me for a dance near a lone street in the middle of the night and if you press your soft lips to mine, in the cold wet rain. I honestly don't know what I would do.

"Never regret thy fall,

O Icarus of the fearless flight

For the greatest tragedy of them all

Is never to feel the burning light."

-Oscar Wilde

Why is it always what kind of music do you listen to and never let's make a playlist together :/

I'm such a sucker for tragedies, like yes please stomp all over my heart, go absolutely feral you have all the permit!

I'm convinced the love of my life is ranting about holding hands and kissing my temple in their dark academia blog on Tumblr

Simply imagine being a poet's muse.

Why can't friendships be just about having a good time together?Sometimes it's the circumstances or it's people simply changing but for a while you were understood, someone laughed along at your stupid joke and someone could relate to you. Why isn't that enough and so when it's time to leave, we leave without the promise of forever because we already lived forever in those moments.

“She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.”

— Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)

Melt in my mouth like poetry

kiss my tears ever so delicately

hold me close to your heart

caress me on those dark nights

cage me in your love like never before

oh darling I still need your love

I still need your love.

Storm.

We create them.

With a web of lies,

And fake cries.

Then we sigh

When we are too high,

With all the water

Above the head.

We weep again this time

With real tears instead.

But the storm can't be stopped now.

Its no use to keep wondering how?

And so its starts to rain.

And so we regret everything

But all in vain.

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