“We Want ‘poems That Kill.’ Assassin Poems, Poems That Shoot Guns. Poems That Wrestle Cops Into

To be a self-sustaining woman. To be a candid woman. To be an aware woman. To be a private woman. To be a woman for no one other than myself.

“you, your fingers would dance over my skin like letters bouncing in poetry, your eyes would skim mine for the possibility of prose in your name, for words that you would seek comfort in. why do you look at me as if you were waiting for me to paint you in syllables and poetic phrases to beautify you? was it not enough that i signed off every emotion in my heart to your name? my love, my wrath, my every figment of existence, every thread that i hang upon—all in your name? your name is sprawled against my heart. my heart may be in pieces, but every vein spills blood with your name dripping off it. you’ve consumed me completely, love, and you search a poetification of yourself in my eyes? here. have it on paper. for permanence.”

— @coffeeacademia

There might be beauty in the wait unless The wait lasts forever

“If we wait until we are ready we will be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

— Lemony Snicket

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Do you ever think your obsession with books leads to feeling absolutely sickening wit how bland your life is? Especially in comparison with dark academia books in which there is a group of people they babble abt poetry and all their words have underlying meaning laden wit an unspoken secret only those in the group know abt. 

I’m sorry if this is just an incoherent rant it is 2:30 am and I haven’t slept in 36 hours. But hey, at least my sleep schedule radiates dark academia energy.  

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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i expose my heart to those who don’t know me in the hopes of finding someone who understands my soul

i need to know that i am not alone

i need to know that there are people who’s souls are like mine

to my readers: you give me hope. thank you.

half-open windows just after the heaviest rainfall of the week/ petrichor that he loves so much/ a feeling of loss and gain all at once/ tears ricocheting just like T-swift sings/ an impending decision's finally made/ a little prayer said/ the windows are now closed/ memoirs of him to be buried/ one-at-a-time