Gouache 🎨

can I feel everything at once?

it is how I feel when I see you, my beloved—

grappling violently between

the edge of euphoria

and the pit of despair.

“i’m sorry,” I whisper desperately.

i’m sorry for feeling too much.

I’m sorry that it spills out of me uncontrolled, violently.

i’m sorry I was never handled gently.

i’m sorry nobody ever taught me what love is.

it is slowly getting brighter outside.

the horror clawing at me as my eyes snap open,

terrified of images that are intangible

and cannot harm me any longer.

it is slowly getting brighter outside.

i know what i want now

i didn’t before

i want cold mornings and leaves that crunch under our feet.

I want warm blankets.

I want a house in the woods.

I want clean air and sunshine and my own means of living.

a hand to hold, someone to confide in

I want to be loved; but I most of all,

I want to be loved by you.

our home should have colours and flowers. daisy sims hilditch / christine atkins / stephen darbishire / marie-louise roosevelt pierrepont

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hiiiii i know this is really stupid and idk if u even remember what we became mutuals for (frankenstein. i think) but ive always loved ur poetry since the day i knew that u posted that stuff but ive been too shy to say anything of it cuz i do gen admire ur writing like A Lot. i also just realised somehow i havent reblogged any of ur writing at all so. Let Me Amend That

i'm not usually this awkward talking to people i swear 😭😭 im good at talking to ppl i admire and shoot a compliment very quickly but it's like. idk i just Really like ur poetry

omg! I should really write some more soon I’ve just been so busy 😭 we should talk Frankenstein sometime though!

I am not a girl,

but rather a boy in the way

that I am burdened a daughter.

disappointingly so.

I know he loves me because he's breathing the same air as me, if he didn't love me, he wouldn't be breathing.

pictures where the sea and sky are no longer distinguishable