a named ghoulette ⋆.˚
21 posts
You didn’t just lose me—you lost access to a heart that would’ve burned the world just to keep you warm.
I wasn't meant for casual love. Your heartbeat will be my favorite song, your eyes my favorite color, your words my favorite poem, and even your imperfections will be my favorite piece of art.
some nights it feels like the stars shine just to remind me that everything is going to be okay
NGC 6357, Celestial Cathedral
Total Lunar Eclipse, Blood Worm Moon © astronycc
I don't need be to fixed, all I wanted is to be seen and to be held.
How heartbreaking it is to be born into such a dull, disillusioned generation—a time where love has lost its meaning. Where trust is rare, and loyalty even rarer. A world where people crave each other’s bodies in the name of love, yet forget the soul. No handwritten letters, no heartfelt postcards, no slow, romantic candlelight dinners—just fleeting encounters masked as affection. In this era, relationships are built on convenience, not connection. People no longer love; they exploit each other’s vulnerabilities, mistaking lust for intimacy and desire for devotion.
𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 ℭ𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔰
"You were always my dearest undoing, my sweetest punishment. I would choose death by a thousand cuts if they came from your blade. Lick my blood from my fingers and taste my devotion, my darling, while my lost soul kneels by your feet."
-words I can never say, pt 1
“Be with someone that requires you to grow, makes you forget your problems, holds your hand, likes to kiss, appreciates art, and adores you.”
— Unknown
And perhaps Icarus was just a child in love.
Perhaps he dreamed of a future that could not exist. Perhaps the blazing glory of the sun drew him in, closer, closer, until he could not see anything but that lovely light.
Perhaps as he fell, he did not regret the loss of his life, but instead the coldness that washed over his limbs once the sun’s embrace no longer cradled him gently.
I first wrote Icarus off as a pathetic fool whose hubris led him farther than his mortal body could handle. Someone who had freedom in his grasp and chose to give it all up for a childish dream. After all, it is nothing but idiocy to have everything in one hand and throw it away for nothing in the other.
I did not understand until many years later, when I stared into your eyes, that even if the sun burned me I would choose death rather than losing it. The cold depths of the sea were preferable to never knowing the sound of your voice.
I would have let our fingers touch once, twice, and felt the pain of a thousand knives in my heart rather than pull away.
The brush of your hand was both the wound and the knife that tore it open again and again.
Loving you was worth the pain. Loving you was worth the missed calls and the late-night texts and the inexplicable distance between us, even though we were barely five feet apart.
I watched you from afar and thought,
Perhaps Icarus too, was just a child in love.
for valentine's day 🖤
If one of us dies first, let it be me.
Let it be me so that I do not have to experience a world without you. I will not have to speak to people who do not know your name. I will not have to sit on the porch and try to hold on to the feeble wisps of memory carrying the scent of your hair and your sweet smile.
And when you come to meet me, we will make a home in hell or heaven, and I will whisper quiet apologies into your ears, one for every second that you had to live on without me.
Let us be buried together, and perhaps the flowers that grow over our graves will intertwine like my fingers with yours. Perhaps our shared memories will make the buds large and beautiful like your eyes, the petals buttery soft like my curls.
Perhaps the people who pluck them will feel the ache in my chest when you laugh.
If one of us dies first, let it be me, and then let us both never know a single moment without the other until the sun ceases to rise and forever loses its meaning.
“If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.”
— Nikita Gill
‘don’t you forget about dying’ 🕸️
"To be loved is to be worth the inconvenience." - Tracie Breaux
Soulmates arent just lovers – theyre friends too. Your soulmates naturally recognize you, vibe with you & align with you. They understand you, appreciate you, support you, love you, heal with you & grow with you. They make you feel beautiful in your own skin just for being YOU.
Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931
a blessing yet a curse to be someone who feels everything so deeply.
Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.
—Brain
— Trista Mateer, from “i still forget we’re not even friends”
a list of places I want to travel to before I die
USA:
Alaska -
Arizona (Phoenix) - ✓ 2019
California (San Fran, San Diego, L.A.) -
Colorado -
Florida (Orlando) - ✓ - 2020
Georgia (Atlanta) -
Hawaii (Honolulu) -
Kentucky (Louisville) -
Louisiana (New Orleans) -
New York (NYC & Manhattan) - ✓ - 2018
Nevada (Las Vegas) -
Texas (Austin, Dallas, Houston) -
Utah (Salt Lake City) -
Washington (Seattle) -
Washington D.C. - ✓ - 2017
Canada:
Banff -
Toronto - ✓ - 2024
Mexico:
Cancún -
Mexico City -
Asia:
Japan (Tokyo, Kyoto, & Osaka) - ✓ - 2023
South Korea (Busan & Seoul) -
Europe:
Austria (Vienna) -
Denmark -
Finland -
France (Paris) - ✓ - 2022
Germany (Hamburg & Berlin) - ✓ - 2022
Greece (Athens, Santorini, Mykonos) -
Iceland (Reykjavík) -
Ireland (Dublin) -
Italy (Rome, Amalfi, & Venice) -
Netherlands (Amsterdam) -
Norway -
Scotland -
Sweden -
Switzerland (Bern) -
U.K. (London, Manchester, Birmingham) -
South America:
Peru (Machu Picchu) -
Brazil (Rio de Janeiro) -
Misc Islands:
Australia (Sydney) -
New Zealand -
Bahamas - ✓ - 2024
Costa Rica -
Fiji -
Jamaica - ✓ - 2024
Haiti - ✓ - 2024
Tahiti (Bora Bora) -