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omgevilmuses · 9 months
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Pov : you've befriended a poet
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omgevilmuses · 10 months
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love is sunlight.
[andrew garfield about emma stone || the song of achilles, madeline miller || sunset, jungho lee || sunlight, hozier || rainer maria rilke || sisters, holly warburton || bloodsport, yves oalde || six of crows, leigh bardugo || kissing god goodbye, june jordan || unkown || david viscott || making amands - panel 3, holly warburton || carry on, rainbow rowell || the miniaturist, jessie burton]
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omgevilmuses · 11 months
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But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
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omgevilmuses · 1 year
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I Saw Love.
"Hello", you said while holding the gate
I replied with a faint hey, feeling a familiar ache
Strangers we were, not a word more exchanged
But why did it feel like everything has changed
My heart was racing faster than ever
Your eyes held the promises of sweetest forever
The lingering glances across the room,
you reminded me of all those love songs I kept humming in cheerful tunes
The songs which had the fantasies of a beautiful blue house facing the sea,
and afternoons spent with glee
waltzing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light
whispered sweet nothings and pillow fights
reading books to each other on the house porch
dancing in the rain, kissing whenever we want.
They said you'll know when you find him
Your heart heart will burst out of the seams and you won't mind it
I sure didn't mind when you approached me
With a teasing smile on your face,
all the while holding my gaze
you asked me to dance, but i politely refused
you eyes widened, you were definitely bemused
we soon started talking about music, art and
the eye catching pattern on your red scarf
You even cracked some silly jokes
I remember I faked a laugh
At the end when we stood facing each other
I was scared, unsure if we should take it further
But you saw right through me, held my hands and took me by surprise
That's when I saw love in your eyes
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omgevilmuses · 2 years
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maybe you should kiss a cat on its tiny little head then you'll feel better
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omgevilmuses · 2 years
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Open wounds
I had it buried
deep in the debris of my broken heart.
all the pretense of healing
broke down and fell apart,
when I saw you walking down
the same street we used to stroll together.
Hand in hand, bodies huddled in the bleak weather.
the bleakness returned, but now not in the weather,
as you carefully avoided my eyes,
hands fidgeting your sweater.
But darling the act of ignorance went all in vain,
the mere sight of you was enough
to open the wound and inflict the pain.
~Ash
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omgevilmuses · 2 years
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Maybe we weren't meant to last
Promises are the sweetest lies
It's said.
The entwined fingers, the night kisses
The whispered voices,
Were all ephemeral
Even the strangers could tell.
You and I,
We began to fall apart
And I realised
You knew it from the start
How I stood in front of you
The words in my throat bled,
Why, oh why , was I
the one mislead.
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omgevilmuses · 2 years
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He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
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omgevilmuses · 2 years
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What you think — Will Herondale
What l think —
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Taylor Swift — Long Story Short // Gold rush // Gorgeous // I think he knows //
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