I want you inside my mind, smothering my thoughts, and indulging in my dreams. I want you, all over me, all the time.

♥️🌹♥️🌹♥️🌹

All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief

“ I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death”

“we are writers, my love. we don’t cry. we bleed on paper.”

— 𝘢.𝘺.

Tell me every terrible thing you did and let me love you despite it.

Edgar Allen Poe

Poets write in beautiful flowery language, and we romanticise things, because that is the only way to reach into someone's heart, to make them feel things. Because the common person, while always yearning for love, wouldn't recognise it if it hit them smack in the face, like it does in the mundane everyday.

you say, you're afraid of death?

oh honey, we are immortal.

we'll be alive in each others words,

in each others poetry,

as long as the poetry exists,

as long as the poetry exists in between the mortal,

in between the earthborn,

we are alive.

we'll be alive in each other's words and poetry, forever.

immortal - Eva.

How to confess your love for someone in a poetic way

My Heart calls out for you

I Burn for you

I'm all yours

I love you to the moon and back

I picture growing old with you

I yearn for you

You are my world

You are the center of my deepest fantasies

I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you

I am always all about you

You are my sunshine

You are worth the wait

You are the object of my affection

You are my most favorite part of reality

I adore you

I feel passionately about you

You are a treasure I would never think of sharing

You own my heart

I want you endlessly

You fill me with desire

You are heavenly enchanting

You mean the world to me

You amaze me

I am drowning into you

My heart always belongs to you

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

madeline miller, the song of achilles

I want to unravel you, one fuck at a time.

Beautiful is just a word

She was sweet She was dear She was always She was near She was heaven She was good She was the fountain of youth She was fire She was rain She was love She was pain She was rhyme She was reason She was metamorphosis She was every season She was intricate She was magic She was bliss She was tragic She was suave She was smooth She was electro-magnetic She was mind-bogglingly cute She was dancing She was joy She was life She was coy She was passion She was rage She was a woman She was undulating waves She was dominance She was submission She was imagination She was wild romance She was truth She was music She was rhythm She was everything She was creation She was godly She was God She was funny She was hot She was horny She was delirium She was a moment of clarity She was gravitation She was push She was pull She was wanderlust She was soulful She was wonder-filled She was intricacy She was overkill She was stubborn She was impatient She was ecstasy She was an angel She was care She was there She was mystery She was a major cock tease She was insightful She was hurt She was convalescence She was earth She was sun She was moon She was a better world She was just a girl

--- 8-10-2021, M.A. Tempels ©

Bir fincan kahve ve bir kaç kitap yeterlidir bazen unutulması gereken bütün yorucu hislere..

Gillian Flynn, Dark Places

sometimes I envy the flowers pressed between the pages of my favorite books. oh to be eternally beautiful within the embrace of art

“i overthink. i overlove. i over feel.

i am the sea. or i am nothing.”

— 𝘑𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘋𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯

*takes one sip of coffee* me: aaaahh

John Keats ― To _ (What can I do to drive away)

she belongs in a museum of flowers, folded between the pages of a book to dry

I am yours. Never forget that. My heart has decided and it keeps its promise. Silence is nothing but an illusion when one loves as true as I love you. Distance is but a mirage that dissolves in the memory of your warm presence. Love beats strong, uninterruptedly in my heart, singing your name. You are ever cherished, every second you are so loved. You are the incandescent happiness that beats in my chest, always. You are the Sun of my days and the Moon of my nights. The silent echo in every thought and the strength with which beats my heart. Always, my beloved, remember that. 

e.v.e. (Letters to my love)