One day someone is going to love this When I'm in the kitchen on a Friday night Smiling for the first time in weeks Bare feet dancing to the Mamma Mia soundtrack Doing dishes by hand because The machine broke and I'd rather suffer Than call someone to fix it Singing along until I remember the window is open And my voice is broken
One day someone is going to love this The way I write bedtime stories to myself In which I am the hero or At least someone who is seen So that when I finally dream I feel like I am an actor And not just the screen
One day someone is going to love this The pile of books on my nightstand Post-its marking my favorite pages The covers collect dust from time to time But my refusal to move them is final You never know when you might need them
One day someone is going to love this The bruises all over my legs My mind doesn't always see doors or tables through its daydreamsΒ
One day someone is going to love this They're going to fall for all that I am Not just the parts I put on for show They're going to see everything And then choose to stay
One day someone is going to love this And I won't settle for anything less
Happy Friday the 13th
Riddle the Cat lookin sleepy and evil
There seems to be a lot of good and beauty happening in my life and in the lives of the people around me.
I don't know if there's just a lot of excess luck in the air, but I channeled the Good Vibes into this Wizard Froggo.
β¨πΈ May they bless you with similarly good vibes. πΈβ¨
you were adding poison to each sip of my drink when i thought those were the alms keeping me extant.
you were the one stitching me up to push me in the mud when i was piercing myself with the thorns to bring you roses.
you where making me filth when i was wishing every night to the sky so you could have the lights and stars.
i always thought love was pain but love is more likely a way of contentment in grief because it makes you feel alive even tho' it is something that killed you.
π¦ Starry Night x Halloween by Aja Trier π¦
she is beautiful.
they envy her.
her face is as graceful as swan.
but they do not know all the scars in her cheeks are cleaned by the tears pouring down every night.
and her hands, they are burned, just like the clouds during sunset.
because tears are then fallen onto the hands and the flame of the skin has heated the drops in an extent that they are as fiery as lava.
her eyes resembles purity which her body defeatedly denies.
despite the grudges she hides beneath that skin, she look flawlessly perfect, indistinguishablely a moon.
-Aakriti.
the night sky reminds me of you
"You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry."
~Β Frida Kahlo
being a human is hard when you are surrounded with inhumanity.
Fall in love. Maybe it doesn't have to be with someone. Fall in love with music, art, dancing in the dark, car rides at lam, the glistening of the stars, the colors of the sun as it rises, the smell of flowers, the feeling of adrenaline that takes over your whole body and suffocates your lungs with joy, good friends who bring out your best, silence, noise, fall in love with the little things that make you feel most alive and find purpose. Fall in love with life.
β a.s.b
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