Atrophy

atrophy

honestly some of y’all want a significant other so badly and can’t understand why you can’t find one, but have no sense of boundaries or healthy expectations of what a relationship is like. in a committed long-term partnership you get left on read, you wait for texts back, and you can forget about each other when you’re busy. sometimes you fall asleep without saying goodnight and sometimes you’re too caught up to text each other before 6pm. that’s how it is. thinking that you can’t be deeply, beautifully in love and still wait more than “1.75 hours” for a text back is such an unhealthy and unreasonable expectation of what love is, and you shouldn’t be in a relationship if you can’t allow the other person to exist on their own apart from you. if you’re projecting your anxieties and insecurities onto a partner who doesn’t even exist yet, then you aren’t ready for one.

And is it not the brightest stars

That burn out the quickest

That birth the most beautiful destructions

- Supernova unbecoming// All the stars are already ghosts// And in this way was Starry Night not an obituary

hi! so I read your story with the soulmates are enemies prompt and I really like it!! it's amazing and I felt inspired to write something similar and post it on Instagram. So I wondered if it was okay for me to credit you in the caption somewhere as well as the Instagram page that made the prompt? :)

AHH, it's my favourite thing in the world when someone is inspired by something I wrote! If you want to tag me on Instagram my handle is @tahira_rajwani or you can put down my Tumblr handle :)) I cant wait to read what you've written!!

I want

I want

I want

Hands

Palms

Fingertips

I want them

On all the softest parts

Of me

I want them

On my cheek

In my hair

On my hips

I want them

On my chest

Where the flesh

Is thinnest

Between this world

And my heart

I want

Hands

In mine

Fingertips

Along my spine

Palms

Doing what they do best

Holding

I want

Hands

I want

To be

Held

- "what do you want from me?"

"Do you miss me?"

"No."

"You're lying."

"If you know the answer, why do you bother asking?"

"I don't know."

"You're lying."

"Because I want to hear you say it."

I want my name on your lips again. I want to hear your voice when it is dripping in desire and know it is for me. I want to hear your want. I want to hear you want me.

- re-writing the conversations we had