My Pov Vs His.
My pov vs his.
(Brown dad core of a feline creature)
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"tell me it was real, because it was real to me."
born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a percievable entity
— virginia woolf , carlyle's house and other sketches (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
There were days where I held myself back down, days where I shut my heart down. But then, you came along with the pieces of your mending heart; clenching deep within your hands as you held them out to me. I saw you bleed, as you saw mine, when I held out my hands to reach yours. You didn’t flinch, neither did you stop me. A voice perhaps told you “It’s okay, she is bleeding too” as we simply held onto eachother. The wounds got deeper as we embraced one another. “I know it hurts, as it hurts me too, but we will be okay. You will be okay my love.”
What if my biggest red flag is me wanting him to feel my absence as a poison spreading in his blood streams.
I like to write when I'm depressed or in love.
“Et in Arcadia ego”
(Even in Arcadia, there am I)
I will tear my heart out; before this cathedral of flesh lets me go
The pink ribbon scars remain, delicate inscriptions of things I never dared say aloud
I have bled in silence, tried to scour regret with ritual and rainwater… but it clings, a second skin, soft as memory, heavy as guilt
My angel wings; once alabaster, now bound in velvet chains; a slow suffocation beneath borrowed holiness
They ache when the wind moves.
They remember flight.
My belly burns with the echo of choices, each one a blade turned inward, an inheritance of fire
There is no absolution here; only the architecture of longing, and the dust that gathers in the mouths of the dead.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it's so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you're in love or creating things toget her or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It's so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you're supposed to be doing, that this is what you're for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life.l don't know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something
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They/Them | 22 | INFJ | Geography major | Spilled emotions and Stills | Instagram sumedhachattopadhyayy | Alter Ego: @monetsirises in Tumblr.
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