“Listen To Me: If We Are Truly Meant To Be, Then We Will Find Our Way Back To Each Other. It’s As

“I’ve been fighting to be who I am all my life. What’s the point of being who I am, if I can’t have the person who was worth all the fighting for?”

— Stephanie Lennox, I Don’t Remember You

“Free yourself from the illusion of good and bad days. Labeling time makes us nostalgic of the past and demanding of the future. There is only here and now. Let it be.”

— Ram Dass

bpd love is on a whole other level. intense as fuck. we love with every fiber of our being. we give our souls to strangers. we empty our heart out to help others. we pour from a cup that's empty. we always have more to give. it's why we're so easily taken advantage of

Her body is full of raw, unmatched power. There seems to be a reactor burning at the very core of her physical being, propelling forth magnetic forces that either burn right through you or drag you to her feet.

- Lilith in 10th house, Scorpio rising, Pluto in 1st house

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@el-huddpudd for your poetry tag 💜

opalescence

The beginning and the end

After randomly playing a song, everything started there, but now it’s the end. a new beginning is coming….

I fail to what we had

Not wanting us to go back

nice-looking ripped presence

Gloomy puppet with her controllable player

Images glancing to find her ways out

an Irresistible love with doubts

Everything going upstairs to the unknown being

Refusing to believe what was unseeing

When we first met emotions isolation

At a corner alongside expectations

we told each other we never find a closure

At the beginning, it was a lovely ‏explosion

Is it me or you who roll that lighter dice

Earliest treads when we faced the eyes

Beautifully either cruel stabbing to my heart

Is it my mistake or yours, my love

Devout rain was frequently hitting extremely

Recognizing rainbows will arrive at the scene

Even so, I’m here gratefully dancing

like a butterfly peacefully landing

Forever and ever be remembered

Who wrote so many phrases

Back to the sadness of December

Must be the season of the witch

Vogue US, September 1990.

Ph. Arthur Elgort