She Came Like The Morning Fog And Left As Such By The Afternoon There Was No Trace Of Her Besides The

web weaving about loving someone that doesn't love you back pls<3

—unrequited love

anaïs nin // mirrors // clementine von radics // holly warburton // jane seville // svetlana tartaskova // honeybee: baggage by trista mateer

These I have loved

A great tall girl, full of blue

Inviting lips, sweet to the eye but never tasted

Glasses that were black but now are pink

A voice of the ocean, Like waves hitting the breakwater

Of hair so perfect, Aphrodite should blush

A figure akin to the sun setting on the horizon

A connection so deep, the ocean has nothing on it

The future that lights up my nighttime

A conversation of Apple's and taste

Two people so together- hot and cold water

The sound of soothing poetry

A great tall girl

Yes,

These I have loved

Thinking of how writings and bathrooms have become my safe spaces, to the point where I can be around other people, and instead just go to a bathroom and just write, but it's also a balancing act, the act of trying not feel everything at once lest you break down...And how to actually allow your emotions to flow and let them not define you. It's an uncomfortable, comfortable safe space where I know this writing helps, but I don't would rather not feel anything, life is weird but true like that, we are all somewhat prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we at certain points in our lives are all defined by something we cannot change

“It’s hard to wait around for something you know might never happen; but its harder to give up when you know its everything you want.”

- Unknown

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

It's silence I crave, it's why I swim

The weight of water

Over me

Around me-

The safe silence of submergence.

At the waters edge I may be ugly,

But underwater, we are made equal And

When I speak strokes

I Am Beautiful.

-Adaptation of my favourite book, the weight of water by Sarah Crossan

Don't let Your Emotions Bully You

Aunt Natalie

without you

“I’m better off without you” were the last words you ever told me.

The last words from my favourite person.

The last words before my life went to the lowest point it’s ever been.

You were the one person i was sure i could trust, the one person i could always listen to and the one person i could always talk to.

You.

It was always you, everytime somone asked who i‘m texting, who i‘m thinking about, who i see as my best friend, i‘d say your name. But then on that day, the day exactly we met 5 years ago. You texted me „I‘m better off without you“ because someone you met less than a month ago told you lies about me, so obvious lies, things you should know I’d never do after knowing me for so long. After basically being my second half, and yet you still believed them.