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The wound in your spine, The burning in your heart. When things get hard, you seek comfort. From who? From where? The sun, the breeze, the calm, then breathe. A book, some words, It eases burden. The time you trust. Peace comes from you and not at you. Stop calling for her, just give her space and let her bloom.

Here goes some kind of poem/ rhymes i came up when waiting for sleep to come get me. I've never been a big poetry girl and this is my first time having it not look so terrible. It doesn't have a special explanation, it's free to anyone's interpretation.

Here's another kind of poem/ lyrics/ random words i came up with during an economy class lecture. for the beat/ vibe i had Malcolm Todd in repeat in my mind (earrings or i saw your face) (go listen to him btw) and it's about being a queer girl in elementary/ middle school but having to pick a boy crush to look 'normal' among your friends when you're actually in love with one of them.

alright, it's official when you see her your blood stiffens and your cheeks burn. But you gotta play it off, look around and pick a boy an alibi that's what you need, cuz either way you're being weird. But why is it me? Im not a boy, can't play football and have long hair all down my waist; exactly that's what she means, your hair that's what shee seeks to touch. Even when i look away i can feel you staring my way, all in my head you're poisning me. But now you look and i'm confused, what's going on, im not into that?! into you... But when you smile i just feel that burn in my heart alright, i might wanna be your girl.

alright, same rules as for my other similar post.

"The Shadow" by Edmund Blair Leighton- 1909.

The Shadow is based upon the Greek myth of Debutades's daughter, a Corinthian girl who drew the portrait of her beloved on the wall of her bed-chamber by tracing the outline of his shadow cast by the lamp-light on the night before he departed for war. Leighton changed the setting for the drama to the battlements of a medieval castle, below which the young crusader's ships are waiting.

I like this painting for the sweetness it witholds despite the sadness behind the fear of never seeing her beloved one ever again. His shadow is all she’ll have to remember him; at least her last memory of him is not wounded or bloody.

actual vintage brands for the vinted baddies (i'll update it too)

-Miss Rica

-Rica Lewis

-Terranova

-Gaudi

-Cache Cache

-KookaÏ

-Esprit

-Pepe Jeans

-Billabong

here's the lyrics of a song i wrote during an insomnia with no prior knwoledge about song writing and idek how to sing or play any instrument.

i entitled it Blooming;

It’s not like I’ve never felt that_

But this time it’s not the same vibe.

With her British accent and plumply lips,

She makes me feel like my soul is blooming_

And she prob’ doesn’t know what she’s doin’

But my mind is slowly crumbling.

And with every words that she lets out_

It’s like my heart is being torn apart_

And my goddamn pride is sticking_ to my hearts that keeps beating- faster and faster with each of her smiles..

(Why am I saying that ?)whisper

But it’s not like I’ve never felt that,

Yet this time it’s not the same vibe.

With her dark eyes and flushing cheeks,

She makes me feel like my soul is blooming_

(Guitar solo)

But it wouldn’t have- gone this way,

If I’ve simply tried to look away_

But the smell of her hair when she passes by, it’s like she’s luring my heart around.

And I just can’t let go of it.

Because for once it’s like I’m seen_ She sees me, I see her-

Why don’t you just- come over ?

And I’m too goddamn proud…

To just get up and ask her out_

So I stand there like a coward,

Watching her shine just as she laughs.

I can see her friends look at me weird-

But I get it, I look creepy.

While she stands there looking effortlessly an-ge-lic…

It’s like her soul is calling mine_

Everytime her eyes_ crosses mines.

What’s those feelings- in my stomach ?

Am I in love or falling apart_?

But it’s not like I’ve never felt that… (right ?)whisper

Okay, I’m lying, I’m going mad_

It’s just this girl- she’s so lovely-

Seeing her smile- it makes me thrill.

Her skin seems so soft,

And her eyes- dark and warm,

Is she real ? I can’t tell…

She’s a dream or what seems- like- hea_ven…

I’ve definitely never felt that_

First time in my life feeling like so lame

About a girl I couldn’t name

Other than after a- godd-ess….

(Music solo)

She makes me feel like my soul is blooming,

She makes me feel like my soul is blooming_ (whisper)

But is she blooming with me ? (Murmur)

end.

i imagine it in an indie rock, yeaning teenage boy with voice cracks with sombr, nirvana and jeff buckley vibes with electric guitare and heavy drums. so if anyone who knows how to make music or sing it or do idk what with it (NO AI involved.) they can and even show me if they feel like it. just credit me if you do anything with it.

might share other lyrics if i feel inspired during my insomnias,