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infinity is such a difficult concept to comprehend because humans aren't used to the idea of forever. everyday, something ends in our lives. we can't imagine anything not-ending that is real. our lives are defined by endings. anything related to us will aways end. we will die, another ending. infinity challenges the whole notion of the cycle of everything as we know it.
writing is just letting your wounds bleed on paper.
and I was out in sea, the waves alive and crashing around, the distinct buzz of noise from the shore, vaguely human to my ears. miles under my floating feet, the unmistakable beating of aquatic heartbeats. and yet, surrounded by so much life how can a soul feel so empty and dead inside? all mine wants to do is float in the distinct emptiness of my still-beating heart.
turns out mixing narcissism with deep rooted insecurity was a spell for disaster.
Yes, your heart stopped at 5:05 am. You still have so much time left across the world. Frida kahlo painted flowers so that they would not die, my darling muse, how can I ever accept that you're gone?
I saw a shooting star back then, and wished on it. I wouldn't tell anyone for then it wouldn't come true.
I saw a shooting star today and wished that in some parallel universe I still wished on stars and didn't tell anyone what I wished for.
take me back to when I wished on eyelashes, full of childish hope, when I used to ask for toys for christmas.
I find an eyelash now, and wish for everything to turn out okay. I don't believe anymore, but wishing on eyelashes just fills me with longing for what was and what never will be.
exam season again y'all
Flying kisses are like such a cute and soft thing :(
How can you not expect me to get attached when the first thing you said to me was, 'oh you've read that book?'
it's been 5 years and I still remember your birthday. I don't think I'll ever forget it to be honest. it's been imprinted in my brain and every year around the start of fall, I think of you. and I know I'll be having the same thoughts in 10 years time and we'll still be miles away.
I don't annotate much in books, and yet if it was him? I'd underline every letter. the margins would be complete with my handwriting (I hope). I'd highlight all of him, every single page.
Head tilted back with laughter
I would make this my forever
still, i remind myself
nothing lasts forever
and about ten years later,
glow of streetlights
on my lashes
all I feel is longing
math exam was so good it made me think, don't get men get maths fr
you said i spoke like a poet,
and yet when i try to write,
your name is what spills out of my lips.
our conversations keep getting longer and I've never laughed so hard,
am i reading too much into this?
yet you are desperate for love too.
I want to be fluent in french so bad.
we are the next prometheus. will we end up like our own creator?
Annotating cause books are meant to be lived in.
being smart is literally my only validation. nothing if not smart.
Do I like you or do I just yearn for the love the poets write verses about?
Does he love the stars?
Maybe he'll love you like he loves the stars. Maybe he tells the stars about you like how he tells you about the stars. Maybe he'll remember every scar and freckle like he remembers the names of those supernovas thousands of light years away.
But minds aren't a cage of thoughts really, they mean to free us from our burdened mortality.
Don't kiss me yet,
Let our minds wander first, together,
Let our souls touch,
And then perhaps,
I will love you too.