#writingwillows

we scream i love you in parking lots of schools we don’t go to anymore and we mean your hands around my throat will leave bruises; we brush cheeks and lips and hearts like they’re all the same because we think it will make us feel alive we fill our lungs with each other and call it breathing. with sunrise comes the aftermath, comes the craters formed by grenades thrown over no man's land they look too much like her eyelashes and the spiderweb cracks across the ground feel like her fingertips inside of you last night, you tried to kiss your way to Olympus but stained your lips pomegranate red and damnation has never tasted this sweet. i touch you for the first time like you’re a life raft and you don't know that i have only wanted to drown the 3 am caress of your teeth on my collarbone is my oxygen, my blood and sweat and childhood home so i take a breath i tighten the line that reels me in the scratches on my back are from your hook and i still don’t know if i was the fish or the bait. tonight the clouds let fall their freshwater tears to water the moss growing over my petrified heart and for a moment the lightning outshines the moon it only lasts for a second and i think of the wildfires you set ablaze in a heartbeat and my heart has stopped beating.

hi! do you know how i can watch SKAM with english subtitles??? i've been searching everywhere

@writingwillows replied to your post “I bought bolognese-flavoured crisps. What on Earth..”

Morale, poison, honey ☺️

1. the love i have for you makes my chest feel like it’s simultaneously collapsing and swelling, you miracle of a man. 2. there is nothing rational when it comes to you. there is no clear cut logic, no factual science, nothing concrete, nothing i can hold on to. instead, there is fate. instead, there is patience. instead, there is faith. you have made me a believer in the unknowable, you have made me a believer in you. 3. i am terrified of how you love like a house with all the doors slammed shut, i am terrified of how you love like it’s seeping through the cracks, like it’s unwilling, like it’s been ripped from your throat, i am horrified by how animal, how repulsive, how dark you make love look. i am terrified of how you love like i do, like it’s unnatural, like it’s the ugliest thing your soul knows to do. 4. some nights, i wake up restless. i walk to the kitchen, then to the window in the living room, i try seeing all the places i have been with you. some nights, i wake up breathless, thinking of my hand on your neck, my fingers on your lips, my palm on your chest. my hands only know the ways they can now hold you. 5. i hope everything i touch hurts like you did. 6. we were not lovers, no, we were love itself. love personified. love stuttering and stumbling but always staying. 7. picture this; the side of your face when you drive, the orange of the setting sun, the warm red of my thumping heart, our fingers laced together. picture this; the lump in my throat when i look at you in this moment, golden and brilliant, my very own sun. the tremble in my hands when i reach to touch you. the softness of my lips when they smile for you. picture this; me, in love with you, forever, and you in love with me too.

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