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wordsbyt · 11 months

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When I see the names I wrote in the concrete 25 years ago…..

Sure, we all get older.

Time is no joke.

But I think time spent is more important than time itself. Time spent. A good minute is worth more than a bad year. A good day cancels out a bad month.

Memories do not age.

Time is irrelevant.

When it’s spent with someone you want to be with, a moment means everything. Why spend it with anyone else? Wasting time with someone you want to be with, isn’t really wasting time at all. And an important moment that is full of dread, well quite frankly, is.

The most important thing to remember, is it’s your time. Can’t get it back.

If you spend it right, you don’t need to.

Time.

A decade is enough.

A minute is enough.

What’s not enough, is a lack of love.

A lack of understanding, is not enough.

Not enough, is not enough.

Time is irrelevant, when it’s not right.

But, it’s also irrelevant when it is.

Make a memory today.

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fairydrowning · 2 years

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LOVE LETTERS<333.

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heartstringsandbrokenthings · 10 months

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i’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, i am afraid of being unravelled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here

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4s1na · 28 days

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when I look at him, I feel like a small kid who's staring at the moon knowing that you’d never get to make it yours but still chooses to admire it every day.

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cosmosofthoughts · 1 year

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words i wish were written for me, part 2.

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.”

— Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”

— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

“I was thinkin' about who you are

Your delicate point of view, I

Was thinkin' about you”

— Harry Styles, From “Little Freak” from Harry’s House

“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”

— Madeline Miller, Circe

“Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.”

— Euripides

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sakura-hayashii · 4 months

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12.21.23 - 6:42 pm

im sorry. you deserve the whole world and more, so im sorry i cant give that to you. i have my moms eyes, and her habit of giving out bittersweet love; something that heals you only to destroy you in the end. i have my dads nose and his habit of absence; never there in person but always there in your mind taking up space. and my stubbornness that you always tell me will be the death of me, i get from both parents. so im sorry that my stubborn mind refuses to accept your love. and im sorry that my distance doesnt make your heart grow fonder and that it only makes it grow colder. im sorry. im sorry. im sorry for the 16 missed calls i never picked up. and for the 8 voicemails i never listened to. im sorry… i swear to god im sorry. so please remember one thing… i would have loved you if i could. i was never sure of my belief in god. maybe its because the day that my heart went numb was also the day he stopped answering my prayers. but something about you makes me want to believe. so i pray… i pray every day that you get all the goodness in the world that you deserve. and for you, i hope that god will listen to me… even if its the last time he ever does.

- S.H. // things ive never said #1 (via 2amthoughts)

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kaleb-is-definitely-sane · 1 year

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How is it that any time you say anything I fall more in love with you? Everything and everyone around you is more beautiful because of you. You speak sweetly or you laugh delightfully and my heart flutters inside me. I simply think of you and it's impossible to speak. But rather it's like my tongue has stopped working. I'm silent, but don't mistake that for hatred or indifference: silence is the truest herald of joy and only if I loved you less could I even begin to speak of it more. When I'm apart from you (which is nearly always) I feel sick, but when I'm with you I appear to have died. And yet it couldn't be more the opposite.

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love-letters-i-never-sent · 2 years

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i haven’t cried over losing you yet. i haven’t accepted the reality of you being gone. in my mind, i refuse to believe you aren’t coming back.

why?

because the day i accept the idea of becoming strangers, never seeing you again, never being loved by you again, slowly forgetting the sound of your voice & the way your eyes promised forever when they looked into mine, the thought of you forgetting me…

that will be the day that i grieve the loss of the best version of me. the one that exists, because you loved me. the flame that set my soul on fire, burned out, and you can’t create another spark out of ash.

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fiammaeterna · 9 months

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00:41, 07.30.21

i see you everywhere i go

no matter how hard i try i can’t escape you

you’re always in my mind, not a day goes by where i don’t think of you, and it’s slowly killing me

i don’t think i’ll escape you until i’m across the country

in a new town, a new state, three thousand miles away from you and everywhere i have memories of you

but until then, i will think of you, and i will continue to delude myself with the multiverse theory

#eke #rd #spilled ink #excerpt from a letter i'll never send #spilled poetry #lost love #unrequited love #actually bipolar #actuallytraumatized #bipolar type 2 #actually mentally ill

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scribble-dee-vee · 2 months

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Find the Word Tag Game

Tagged by @somethingclevermahogony – thank you!!

Words: hair, drop, wrath, shudder

Hair

I spend SO much time writing hair descriptions! Here's one from the chapter I just wrote:

She wore silvery-blue, which caught the light reflecting from the dance floor. Her hair glistened, too, as she turned her head to track a pair of dancers down below. Her inky black tresses formed a precious and elaborate pile of braids, secured with sapphire pins. Such adornments seemed trivial, compared to the gemstones that hung about her neck. Violet-blue beauties, a necklace of jewels like a vine of ripe grapes.

Cecelia is prettyyyy

Also would u believe me if I told you that this paragraph has some sneaky plot-vital information hidden in it 👀

Drop

The bar had grown more crowded since she’d come; that meant more eavesdroppers, but also more noise. Rumors spread between Rosenreel’s flowers like weeds.

Is this cheating?? Maybe lol

Wrath

Charles pressed my face into his chest. He’d grown half a foot since the winter. I wriggled and swore, but he didn’t relent. I settled in his grip, wrathful and relieved, supported by familiar, gentle arms.

Annoying sibling hug!! This is unfortunately the BEST that Charles and Cecelia ever get along in this book, RIP

Shudder

I'm including the whole exchange for context bc lol

“You’ll wear blue, of course.” Dale had removed every piece of clothing from his wardrobe. He appraised them all in his shirtsleeves and suspenders, picking over each item like a persnickety art collector. “It’s traditional. And a light blue, I mean, not your usual mournful stuff.” “Yes, mother.” I glanced up at him from my bed, where I’d been attempting to read a novel for the past hour. “What are you doing, anyway? If you have to wear blue-“ “It can’t be a summer blue.” A waistcoat sailed over my head, hit the wall, and crumpled to the floor. “It can’t be outdated. It can’t be anything I’ve worn for the past two years, at least.” “Why not?” “You clearly don’t understand the gravity of a ball. It’s not just a party, Starkley. People will come in from Rosenreel for this.” “Ah.” I leaned back on my headboard. “We must shudder at the prospect of judgement.”

Boys be NICE to each other you're in LOVE 😭

I'm going to tag @jmhwritesstuff, @dreamingofstarslight, @hyba, @albatris, and @unfocused-overwriter, plus anyone else who wants to do it! My words for you are narrow, perfume, disappear, and slowly.

#writeblr #tag game #writing #lost letters tag #heart of lead tag #excerpts #look at my children I love them #they're so sillay #I realize I have posted VERY little dialogue from this book on tumblr #which is WILD bc 80% of the book is ppl YAPPING #that'll happen with political fantasy I s'pose lol

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letterstomonkey · 6 months

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Hi friends! I am super excited to say that I can now connect with you all on my official Instagram @letterstomonkey !!!!!

I am extremely hopeful that this will be an easier means for me to converse with you guys, share some of the other poets/people that inspire me, and expand my connections within this beautiful online community.

I am so thankful and proud of how far Letters to Monkey has come.

Thank you for reading me.

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wordsbyt · 10 months

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Live for a purpose. Be someone known for giving yourself, not for being self served. Know the world is not there to make you happy, no, it is your burden to please your world. If that is one person at a time, or twenty, that is your task. Your privilege.

I want to be so wore out and used up by the day I die. By my people. My people are my privileges.

Life is a flame, someday it burns out. But the fire is the thing. The fire you remember.

Live forever thru that fire.

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fairydrowning · 1 year

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"ولو خيروني لكررت حبك للمرة الثانية."

Translation:

"And if they made me choose, I'd choose to love you once more."

– Via "warag-3nb" on Tumblr

"و في قلبي مدينة كُل سُكانها أنتي."

Translation:

"And there is a city in my heart where you are its only population."

– Quote to owner

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creatinganewwlife · 19 days

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I wake up with new questions every day. I don’t think i’ll ever find answers to them. Cause it’s only you who can give them and i probably shouldn’t ask you cause it makes you feel bad. But then again, these questions are rotting my insides, turning it black. I am rotting because of something you did. It’s like being caught in a cross fire only difference is the one who shot me was someone i really love and i never saw it coming. So i tried to understand when you said you didn’t mean it. I really did. But then i look at the sun sized wound and then i look at you, i wonder how could you? If you loved me? How could you do this to someone you love? But then i hear you tell me how much you love me and i am conflicted in choosing to believe the love of my life and the sun sized wound that i have that bleeds every day every night.

11:11// 31 March, 2024

#unsent texts #excerpts from my journal #excerpts from a book i'll never write #heartbreak #first love #desiblr #desi tag #desi tumblr #desi #desi aesthetic #dark academia #him #kafkaesque #unsent messages #unsent letters

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mai-library · 5 months

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And I need to know my dear, if you could stop existing for just one moment, would you? Would you disappear like you never existed? Would you finally become that ghost you have desperately wanted to be? Do you think anyone would mourn you? Probably not. It would be for just a moment. Barely a full blink really. No one would realize you were gone, not because you wouldn't be missed, but because you wouldn't be gone long enough to be missed. But I need to know my dear, if you could take one deep breath and hold it forever, would you?

~things I wrote at my job I hate instead of doing my job: part 4

#creativewriting #growing up #poetry #diary entry #spoken poem #archives #beautiful words #short story #excerpts #friendship #excerpt from a story i'll never write #love letters

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heartstringsandbrokenthings · 1 year

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if i keep writing my name next to yours will it make it any more real?

— S

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