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the aftermath of love and loss
my mother asked me "are you even straight?" to my statement of "If I EVER marry a man, that is.." and as soon as she says it, i go blank, and then like clouds emerging, i look at her, and I don't know what to say. I have practiced and practiced for this, but I..go blank. I jokingly say the closet is made of glass, but she doesn't get it. Your eyes come in front of me and I want to tell her that I like your eyes very much, and how the sunlight kisses your face, but my mother is not very fond of poetry. She says know yourself first, and I nod, I wish to say, I have known myself through her touch, her eyes, her hands, her body, her mind, her laugh. She touches me, and I know my body, her hands rake through my back, and I get to know I am ticklish at my back. She is my religion. I see myself in her, and her in me. I know myself when her lips, touch mine gently, with a fire of the unkown and the hunger of the known. She is my religion, and I kneel at her altar. I know myself best when I am kneeling at her altar.
I don't say this, so I just say, "I don't know, maybe"
maybe is your name.
At least acing the exam is constant
I can't cry in a metro right
it girl aesthetics βπβΛβΉΛｑπΈβ Λｑ
I already sighed more than 10 times today and it's just 7 am
Shabba khair <3
Do you ever just wanna
Kutte, ullu ke pathe.. You bastard, sale suar ki aulad, tujhe kya lga tu mujhe chod dega toh mai zindagi bhar tadapti rhungi? Kameene kide padenge tere upar, kutte ki maut marega, or marne ke baad narak ki aag mai tu jayega... Teri ma ki......
Or are you normal?
If you want, we can watch the moon together
The most empathetic, kindest souls have endured the darkest of storms. You cannot admire, understand and appreciate the goodness in humanity unless you've drowned in despair and darkness atleast once in your life.
gloom so perpetual, it's almost habitual
Sometimes you need to hold onto grief and let it consume you, let it hurt you in ways you never thought it could. Destroy some parts of you in order to move you.
propaganda i am not falling for:
always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.
beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines
pretending to be chill. iβm not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact
beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art
sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity
treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins
