My muse, my light, my art knows your shades as if it were its own
I will immortalize you in my world, through and through.
With my brushstrokes as sharp as your words, with my colors as bright as your hearts core.
If you ruin me, i will let you.
you wear damaged scars on the tip of your fingertips,
My eyes only regard them for how they fabricate you glow,
Your breath a phantom of the winds soft kiss,
As you break my heart, I will beg you to do it slow.
My lovely muse with the deepest water under the shore,
I will drown, deeper and deeper with a smile till all ends,
As the life falls out of my being onto your ocean floor,
My love knew no limits, i loved as soft as cotton tends.
My ever young light, you live forever in my art
I watch gladly, as you tear me apart.
Reminder that things can change. Reminder that things can get better. Reminder that just because things are the way they are now, that doesn't mean they have to be that way forever.
It's not set in stone.
i love how humans love. how poems can be based off a single glance thrown to a stranger. how my mother will always have food at the table no matter how tired she is. how we looked at stars and decided that they're beautiful and should be named. how a child clings to his dads legs. how we hold each other to feel safe. how two friends laugh at absolutely nothing in particular. how you might think of someone while reading this. we are nothing if we cannot feel.
I need a way to say this character makes me feel insane amounts of lust but not in a sexual or romantic way
It’s an old tradition that during a leap year women could propose to men. This was usually depicted as old or ugly women trapping men, but some art focused more on the role reversal and could be quite cute.
I have a soft spot in my heart for the last one because it plays on the idea of “undesirable” people, a tall masculine woman and a shy effeminate man, finding each other but instead of mocking them depicts it as sweet that she could finally ask him because he was too shy and insecure to ask her.
sorry but I am not subscribing to our society's disgusting obsession with youth. when I turn 30 I'm going to be really happy and throw a party and be elated at how much I will have grown by then, the same way I did when I turned 10 and celebrated finally being 'double digits'. When I turn 40 I will be ecstatic. There are good and bad things about every age but there is no way my 20s are going to be the best years of my life because I am still barely getting to know myself. By 30 I hope to be very well-acquainted
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