I Am A Summer Child And All I Feel Is Most Definitely Not Mild *screams Elegantly*

I would like to bathe in a river of roses

Cutting off the tongue seems like the practical solution

I DO MY BEST ON THE MARGINS,

when the perils of yearning is more than building a pyre

for the body, when cutting off the tongue to prevent it from

speaking your name over & over again like a hymn becomes

a practical solution. I so want to be acquainted with January

in a way that doesn’t swell my wounds of you. I wake with

carnations swaying in the mouth, a good use for the sweetness

that stems from your name—one day, you’ll hear your name

from the mouth of a lover, and it will all click, how everything

was in praise of you.

What comes forth from your dark well of hidden dreams?

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

I look at shooting stars and think "take me with you!"

Sharpless 2-190, Within the Heart

It's true that you must leave behind the old to welcome the new. But make sure you bring into the future the best of you.

Rebirth means parting with fragility Relinquish in place of the unknown However tumultuous or composed Controlled sacifice for betterment

wpm

I want an old house with vines growing up the walls, like long hair that carries many old secrets. I want them to curve around the windows and wave hello to me inside as they blow softly in the wind.

I'm not crying, it's just so dusty in here😭#this might be one of the most beautiful things I've ever read 🌹

Where the sky becomes the sea (English Translation) 

I tried many times to be poetic in loving you, but passion consumed me, like an earthquake devouring a building with its tectonic jaws.

Still, I cannot weave words in a way you would understand.

Every time you say my name, I want to weave my bones with yours, because I am tired of explaining the inexplicable, that which burns beneath my skin.

I would cut my soul into a million pieces to illuminate your way home.

I am an army of candles bringing eternal fire to your temple, waiting in the shadows of your heart, because I do not fear your darkness; my light belongs to it.

And if you were the sky, I would be the sea, absorbing your light and returning it in golden glimmers, while I flow towards you to the horizon.

And together, we could name the stars, one by one, until the universe is ours.

✦ @dervishlatino | NNF نشوان نازاريو فيريرا ✦

And a chicken nugget

Life is a gift. Don't slap away her outstretched hand. Show that you are grateful by being kind and gentle.

Why so often must

"deserving"

be used as a cudgel we wield, blunt and unwieldy, against our own hearts?

No one "deserves" anything --

The world just is, and things just are.

If it is offered and you wish for it? Take.

If you desire to give it, then offer it without fear --

You are valid simply for being --

Worthy of being seen as who you are --

Maybe it's alright to reach out for the things that you desire,

without forcing your way into guilt for things you have not done and have not yet happened --

Maybe it's alright to just be.

"affirmation to self, letter to a friend." V. Rue, 2025.