“With Such A Hell In Your Heart And Your Head, How Can You Live? How Can You Love?”

Part of me dreams to live on the moon, to see a sunset from another world entirely. I’d imagine the most quiet silence possible, if the makes sense. I’d imagine it would be so calming, but maybe lonely.

Part of me dreams to live on the moon, but I would miss the moonlight.

My favourite work.

In the cold, a snowy tundra,

An entire horizon of trees half dead,

Solace in a winter solstice

A place where I can find beauty in the death of nature,

Knowing it will grow again, but not now.

Knowing I will grow again, somehow.

Weather consisting of frost and flakes

Someday I will live in the cold,

Wether it be with someone I love,

Or not.

Joji. ❤

Urge.

The way their voices jump through high notes–

It makes me go nervous;

Realizing that hearing their voices out loud

scares you a little bit, because it's maybe

the way they sound in sex fantasy.

-t.f.s.

a little old piece 💘

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Senryū III

A sacrifice dance ,

a fight left and lulled into

hearts with pelts across doom .

-t.f.s.

Senryū IV

In the meadow field

love is outermost to call ,

distant in time's truce .

-t.f.s.

What it means to be needed.

" Love means searching for your comfort zone such as your skin, your hair, your voice, your hand. It means so much just like warmth has come down on greeting the earth. "

-t.f.s.

Life is a line you shouldn't cross when you're downwards. As if in matter of fact you've already given up. It's not your fault for being who you are,it's your fault for not seeing the best part of it because YOU make it the best. When sun rises,you go down and think otherwise "what else is left for me now?" And when moon rises, your inner self just rises with night too. You create sudden conversations with yourself seeing the case of the problem that's gotten into your soul and it's making your skin tremble nervously. When your thoughts play chess and don't give up on hitting you, your dreams seem to be a broken mirror. But they aren't because it's an illusion. Your mind develop your self-mirror in which everything is illusion but one is real- yourself. You're alive with heart still beating. Don't give up to have another beginning. Don't waste time for useless thoughts. Don't give reason for illusion to eat you up.

-t.f.s.

-No matter where you are going to,i'll sing our song when you're gone.

Source: quotes.