U Made Me Break My Rules, Thats How Special U Are.

there is poetry everywhere if you look close enough:

• at the bottom of my coffee cup, where the last sip is too bitter to drink.

• in the loose petals floating in the flower vase, beautiful but long gone.

• in the commotion of the traffic at midnight, this city never sleeps.

• within the eyes of strangers, either brimming with love, longing, or loss.

• inside the walls of this home, which has seen decades of families come in and out of the door.

• behind the mantlepiece, where dust has settled from fighting the winter frost.

• and in your name, which has found a motherland at the tip of my tongue.

Sometimes I feel like I'm living in a Murakami novel, but I'm just an extra in the background, sipping coffee and contemplating the enigmatic nature of cats

it’s insane. the love cycle.

the thought of you was as dull as ditchwater, you came closer to me each passing day, i would overshare my life with you, unconsciously, and you kept listening to me, wanting to know me more. unknowingly, my heart wasn’t in its place anymore. it was no more with me but you. i reached out to you, expecting our love to grow more than ever before.. we were just some miles away from being one. like always, fate had something else in store for us maybe. you left. i’m here. waiting for you to come back and tell me, “let’s give us another chance.”

each passing day my love only grows for you ر

you were the vessel God chose, to bring me close to Him. you taught me new ways. beautiful ways. the correct ways of life. the ones i wish i knew before, so we didn’t have to part ways like that. i’m sorry i was insensible. i wish you held on to me. gave me a chance maybe. gave us a chance.

now i sit here, with the universe reminding me of you, my love for God increasing, achieving milestones in life, but alongside the absence of my love, longing and yearning for your presence in my life.

there's so much pathologizing over why enemies to lovers is a popular trope (something something the normalization of abuse something something) when the simplest and less moronic answer is that narratives thrive on irony and reversals, and there's no greater irony than characters going from hating each other's guts to loving each other unconditionally. raw thesis-antithesis-synthesis.

the urge to roam around europe reading books and trying to find myself

My childhood sweet heart 🐸

09.04.2023 • sunday

my friend and i studied in our dorm's cafeteria together yesterday :].

— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” (1967) (via lunamonchtuna)

February is right around the corner, which means it’s soon time for Funguary 2023! the drawing event where we draw a bunch of mushroom based characters during the month of feb.

Here’s how it works:

Each week of the month will have a theme with seven different prompts, draw something mushroom related within that theme in order to join. The themes are Weird, Mystical, Malicious and Friendly. You don’t have to complete all the prompts, just one mushroom per theme/week is plenty!

If you’re hardcore you can definitely try and finish all the prompts though ;). The challenge intensity is adjustable to what suits you. This is a chill event where the goal is to just have fun and vibe, and honor the fungi kingdom with some really cool art🍄

I invite you all to come draw mushrooms with me! Use the hashtag #Funguary when posting your creations. I’ll be posting some of the creations here, and I’ll also be hanging out in the hashtag and comment sections! Really hope y’all join and draw fungi with me🥰🍄🌿 See you all on the first of February, LETS GOOOO!!