things you should know about me

i am hopelessly in love with the irony of things and the melodramatics of this world.
i am hopelessly in love with metaphorical ideas and personified literature.
i am hopelessly in love with 3 AM thoughts, engulfing me whole.
i am hopelessly in love with the hopefulness that I hear love brings.
i am hopelessly in love with the hollow ache that accompanies my lust for nostalgia.

i am in love with mythology, folklore, and theories of an alternate universe.
i am in love with thoughts, ideas and expressions.
i am in love with raspy tunes and morbid lyrics.
i am in love with overly optimistic Pinterest boards and overly pessimistic Tumblr posts.
i am in love with flower fields, starry skies, and ember red horizons.

i am a sailor lost in a sea of melancholy.
i attempt to ride the waves back to shore, but its tender arms ceases to carry me home.

i am a rusted silver dime in a jar of polished golden coins, for I will never truly know where I belong.

i am the song that sad people cannot write and the poetry that lovers cannot construct.

i am one of you.

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who am i?

a somber black rose embroidered with melancholic thorns, shuddering under the daunting touch of the other reds, dispersed like the waves of a scarlet ocean swaying in perfect unison to the howling wind all rights reserved

collision

i dream of collision; two separate worlds intertwining, terrestrial bodies shifting to occupy a void. i dream of collision; the coming together of two abstracts, divergent forces exhaling in harmony, melancholic lips tracing the hems of a ballad. i dream of collision, the unification of lonely souls; brought together like long lost lovers, fingers interlocking as twilight breaks. i dream of collision; hope- hope that one day, our skies will align, and out loves will unite. all rights reserved

love letters to eunoia: grayson

a dreamer; she indulges in the loneliness and serenity of the nightly atmosphere. she embraces the sensuality that the dark of night manifests. she inhales the fragrances of nightfall and exhale stars powerful enough to light up the jet black expanse towering above her head. All Rights Reserved

thus, with a kiss

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