The Funny Thing About Two Artists Being In Love Is That Sometimes They Both Agree To Look Away From The

The funny thing about two artists being in love is that sometimes they both agree to look away from the fact that maybe they were both just in it for the inspiration.

The Universe's Sense of Humor

Hiding Happiness

You would be surprised to know all the ways in which one can hide happiness. 

Have you ever seen Happiness burn? It crackles silently. Smoke that smells like love. It burns quickly but goes up in the most brilliantly coloured flames you have ever seen, that is, if you can catch a glimpse before it disappears. Like it was never there at all. 

After all, you cannot hide something, that no longer exists. 

Random Facts About Me : A Tag

I just reached 350 followers!? Thank you so much, everyone, for putting up with all my weirdness :)

Started by @hey-its-me-livia  (very lovely, thank you for your contribution) I was tagged by @birdyloverlightwood-bane (thanks girl!) Rules: State facts about yourself. It can be anything so get random af people

I’d love to go to Germany someday

I can’t swim...or ride a bike...yes I know, it’s sad

 I’ve worn the same pair of glasses since I got them in 5th grade

I’m an absolute sucker for book quotes, I will quote them in the most random situations

My name means pure in Arabic 

My favourite food is cake (yEs It CoUnTs DoNt YoU dArE tRy AnD tElL mE oThErWiSe) 

Tagging: @allduckskneelbeforeme @stryga-came-through @babebookish @harrybpoetry  @octavianblackthorn @sunsetsandspilledpoetry @dolores-hazy

I do not want to go home yet please stay here with me or don't this silence is an oxymoron quiet and filling soft and jagged breathless deep breaths This lonely is heavy drawn hotel curtains is permanent blue-grey winter twilight is days spent staring at the constellations of my ceiling 

I do not want to go home yet I know life is beautiful for some people sometimes just not today stay here with me leave me alone with you go away please don't, stay please don't stay with me here here we are only what we are not what we imagine I am tired of imagining I want to be real with you

I want                                                                                                                 

not to go home 

yet

please

don't make me

Who did it better? 006

Visual Art:

Clary Fairchild vs. Julian Blackthorn vs. Feyre Archreon vs. Karou 

Paola

Paola is tight brown curls and music note earrings. She is mismatched knee-high socks and thrift store band t-shirts.

Paola is sunshine smiles that crack you open and brown eyes that sew you back together. She is lilting music box laughter and the softest kind of surrender. She is a reminder that there is still good in this world, and that maybe I deserve some too. 

Paola has long since stopped asking me if I am okay but always makes sure I am before I leave. She is the embodiment of salvation, of mercy. She does not ask questions but instead makes the answer clear. She is from a softer place, a kinder era, yet belongs nowhere but here.

Paola is friends with father time and a favourite of lady fate. She is poetry's lover and muse. She is not the kind of girl who's presence demands to be written of. She is not the kind of girl that makes you feel something that compels you to take note of.

Instead, she is the kind of girl that poetry craves. That poetry unfurls itself for on the tip of every tongue who dare speak her name because Paola, is poetry material.