stolenecho - 𝚎 𝚌 πš‘ 𝚘

stolenecho

𝚎 𝚌 πš‘ 𝚘

πšœπš’πš—πš” πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšπšŽπšŽπšπš‘ πš’πš—

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5 months ago

Let me hold your gentle, beating heart. Steal the warmth from my hands until my fingers run cold. Take gulps of me, all I’ll ask for is sips of you.”

β€” taste; echo


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stolenecho
5 months ago
Bones And All (2022) // Dir. Luca Guadagnino
Bones And All (2022) // Dir. Luca Guadagnino
Bones And All (2022) // Dir. Luca Guadagnino

Bones and All (2022) // dir. Luca Guadagnino


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stolenecho
5 months ago

my hunger ran deep one day. it twisted and turned my insides. attempted to claw it’s way out of my stomach as i inched closer to my prey.

my lover,

i just wanted to kiss you, i didn’t mean to consume all of your flesh and bones but i couldn’t help myself.

like i said, it ran deep and now we are one.


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stolenecho
5 months ago

i look at her and to put it simply, i see my muse for the first time looking right back at me.


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stolenecho
5 months ago

As I pointed out my favorite constellation, I realized the beauty I see in it has always been reflected in her eyes.

β€” her eyes, the andromeda; echo


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stolenecho
5 months ago
Art By Matteo Moni
Art By Matteo Moni

Art by Matteo Moni


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stolenecho
5 months ago
stolenecho - 𝚎 𝚌 πš‘ 𝚘

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stolenecho
5 months ago

"Cold blood fills the ravines of your pale, cracked lips. You've known nothing but violence all your life. Crying out to a god you don't believe in, you ask for the blood to run warm."

β€” you wait, unheard; echo


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stolenecho
5 months ago
β€” β€œsuddenly It’s December”, Margaux Paul

β€” β€œsuddenly it’s december”, margaux paul


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stolenecho
5 months ago
When You Cycled By, Here Began All My Dreams

When you cycled by, Here began all my dreams

When You Cycled By, Here Began All My Dreams

The saddest thing I've ever seen

When You Cycled By, Here Began All My Dreams

And you never knew, How much I really liked you

When You Cycled By, Here Began All My Dreams

Because I never even told you, Oh, and I meant to

When You Cycled By, Here Began All My Dreams

Are you still there or have you moved away?

When You Cycled By, Here Began All My Dreams

Or have you moved away?

back to the old house - the smiths


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stolenecho
5 months ago
In Case You Forgot It

in case you forgot it


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stolenecho
5 months ago

"She loves the tranquility of lush green forests. I love the stillness of the deep open ocean. There’s little pieces of each other in our eyes. I blink and I see her world with mine."

β€” glimpses of us; echo


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stolenecho
5 months ago
Janet Agnes Cumbrae Stewart (1883 – 1960, Australian)
Janet Agnes Cumbrae Stewart (1883 – 1960, Australian)

Janet Agnes Cumbrae Stewart (1883 – 1960, Australian)


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stolenecho
5 months ago
stolenecho - 𝚎 𝚌 πš‘ 𝚘

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stolenecho
5 months ago
Bothersome Beast, Comforting Friend

Bothersome beast, comforting friend


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stolenecho
5 months ago

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved information


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stolenecho
5 months ago

β€œTell me again how Rome burned, how our bodies became the sun - in those moments, with our legs tangled in bedsheets, my fingertips catching rays of light from your skin - Tell me again how our ashes were too holy for this universe to taste.”

β€” An empire, fallen | p.d (via p.d vulpe)


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stolenecho
5 months ago

β€œYou sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.”

β€” Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)


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stolenecho
5 months ago

β€œWhen I was five, I burned my hand on the stove my mother never warned me not to touch. Wrapping my hand in bandages, she told me β€œYou’re a leo, your soul seeks the warmth.” All I understand then, was pain. My mother was born in the late fifties, an immigrant to this country, and she believed in the power of the stars alignment. It wasn’t the first time, nor would be the last my zodiac became the cause and not the effect of her neglect. I broke my ankle, when I was seven, jumping from my dresser. Convinced with my sheets wrapped around my neck, that I could fly. My mother whispered into my hair as I cried, β€œYou forgot the feathers, child.” With a cast on my leg, and a faded scar upon my palm, I listened to her soft voice, with the accent she tried so desperately to hide, tell my favorite story. Of a boy ruled by the sun, burned by the things he could never touch. Icarus must have been born a leo, too.”

β€” and his mother, the sun | p.d (via p.d vulpe)


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stolenecho
5 months ago

she is the spit i cannot swallow the air i cannot breathe her touch so far from me leaving me violent for a rage i couldn’t possibly yet know eternity is not enough for desire


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