“Run your fingers through my hair Whispering softly in my ear My arms are trembling, I’m so scared Cause it’s not the same without you here”
— Crywolf, Aporia
what does your love taste like
what does your anger taste like
are they the same?
Ghost peppers. Both are all-consuming, terrifying, and painful. Both leave trails of tears behind them everywhere they go.
✨ first page of my art journal ✨
“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.”
- Elie Wiesel
Jeanette Winterson, from "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal," publ. in 2011
“You have dug your soul out of the dark, you have fought to be here; do not go back to what buried you.”
— Bianca Sparacino, The Strength In Our Scars (via surqrised)
I wake up every morning and whisper,
“What have I done? What have I done? What have I done to my sweet, blooming, bleeding love?”
“As your bones turn to soil, your tendons into bread. I’m losing my mind, still swimming in your head. Cause I’ve erased all these memories haunting me, but look at all these stains. You’re living in the floorboards, love. I can’t erase your pain, Can’t escape your pain.”
— Crywolf, The Home We Made Pt. II (Acoustic)
In the aftermath, there will be no blood.
This is a quiet death, my dear.
my lips are still burned from kissing your face
and feverish forehead, the blood that you waste
i’m tired this, watching it wash out of you
i beg you to stay, just ‘till tomorrow
i’ll clean up the bathtub and we’ll leave the state
mouth open, silent and blue
I've always been scared of you.
The violence of your reverse-bloom, the terror of your stone.
How easy the cut, the closing.
Let's not deceive ourselves: I'll be dancing through your scent long after your petals have unfolded into unrecognizable life.