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platinia:


Bottled up emotions.

This is art

platinia:

Bottled up emotions.

This is art


me: i don't even care. i'm not going to talk about this anymore.
...
me: and you know what else? [2000 word rant]

i cannot tell you that i love you
as aphrodite loved adonis, for
we were not born of anger, and
when i touch your skin it does not
feel like blinding heat, it feels like
writing the first line of a poem,
like breathing in the sharp
september air.

(necessary. loving you feels necessary.)

and it’s not as though our love
measures itself in metal and blood
like that of paris and helena -
people will write no stories about it,
men will not go to war for it,
cities will not burn in our names.

we are not gods, and our love will
never be that of myth and legend:
temples shall not be built in our names,
so we will build them ourselves
with soft laughter and heavy eyes -
we shall worship over hot toast and
daytime tv, the only mourning i wish
for us will be the sadness of
sliding out from morning-soft sheets
and our goodbyes will only ever mean
‘see you soon’.

we are human, and our love will be
ever more beautiful for it.

"
a.c (via mythaelogy)
happyhealthykawaii:

unif:

happyhealthykawaii:

my jelly dreamzzz just came truuuuu 

:)

still can’t get over these being mine <3

happyhealthykawaii:

unif:

happyhealthykawaii:

my jelly dreamzzz just came truuuuu 

:)

still can’t get over these being mine <3

as-warm-as-choco:

Cowboy Bebop by Tsunenori Saito (斎藤 恒徳)