He is a black hole
consuming me
under the moonlit
wakefulness of dreams,
touching and colliding
on hungry, breathless
little kisses, filling the
sky with all the love
I carry, until I am nothing
but stardust and
faded suns.

*For #wildwondrouswords #febwwwchallenge hosted by @cc_writes
Background art by @hallieartwork



You have twisted yourself around
me, entangled in fingers, in words,
in limbs, in sheets. We don’t have
the greatest luck on our side,
but I promise, I will keep loving
you like this. Wear my words, like
a vow like a promise on your skin,
I will keep loving you like this.

*For #wildwondrouswords #febwwwchallenge hosted by @cc_writes
Background art by @monaa_mf

There’s nothing wrong

I call myself a people person, but if I’m being honest, I think it’s just out of necessity because I’m good with people.

Is this normal for my age? To prefer the company of my books and my cats and my laptop and the inside of my own head to that of most people? Maybe I’ve seen too much, done too much, loved too many, been hurt too many times.

Maybe because of this my soul is ten times older than my chronological age, and it just wants to fucking rest already. It scares me a little. But maybe that doesn’t mean I’m not okay.

P. S. It’s funny how when I posted this in instagram, I got messages saying I should not be a loner. There’s a big difference between being alone and being lonely.


It’s ok not to be a rose. You may not be the pretty one or the crowd favorite, but that’s because you’re one of the wild ones. You blossom and grow in unexpected proportions. And when people finally notice you, they won’t recognize you or know your name, but damn they will feel you. They will fall in love with your uniqueness and finally see the beautiful ambiguity that you are.
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