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i'm fairly sure that each time i hear "and though I burn how could I fall when I am lifted by every word you say to me'' my soul literally leaves my body and i start levitating

the only important question you should ask yourself every morning is whether it's a "take me to the lakes" or "take me to church" kinda day and plan it based on the answer

i finally got the secret history and i was scanning through it and can someone pls tell me why is each chapter like at least 50 pages??? im one of those ppl that can read ten chapters 5pages each in an hour but will be fighting one 50 pages long chapter for like a week😭😭

si vis pacem para bellum but in the teenage girl going insane way

every time i have to write an essay for school i imagine i'm a rich old money boy in a private school going insane and that's all that keeps me going atp

if we were villains aesthetic

m l rio really said "you can justify anything if you do it poetically enough" and thought it justified making me lose my mind over a bunch of emo theatre kids huh

always the poet never the muse.

the intimacy of handwritten letters ♡

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I came wounded

To the shore.

Sure, it was foolish,

To hope,

To be soothed,

To be cradled,

To know less aches;

Lighter on the waves.

But I was too wounded,

Abrasions and bruises.

Surprise! I dived! I cried!

It burns, even the ocean.

It just so happens that I am filled with such unclaimed misery, I am convinced I smell of asphodel. There the pain, cumulative of all lives lived, is mine. Though not in flesh, it blooms for me, fresh.

- reign

Forgive me for seeing beauty in your sufferings, when there was only cruelty.

- reign

The days I meet you, I am almost convinced, I can wear yellow.

- reign

I lost a bit of you and you lost a bit of me, all in translation.

- reign

I am trapped with myself. With no one else to be my hell, I am.

- reign

I am tired of seeing you in my dreams. I don't want to walk through this memory with the ghost of you again. To see you smile, to see us back underneath the summer sun, is agony. To recall my name, from broken pitches of your last remembered voice, is agony. With that said, again I will wait for you in my dreams tonight.

- reign

I hope it never escapes, the longing to call you today. I will hold it in my heart and let it decay, with the rest of me. Ah! Sure I will not forget you, do not fathom that I regret you. Know this, even if untold, I will see you in every spring leaf turned gold.

- reign