⭐ Helene × Avitas ⭐

the books I’ve read all make up the tiny pieces of my soul; to read them is to read into my heart

endearments in letters to véra

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“Whatever causes night in your soul may leave stars.”

— Victor Hugo

@the2headedcalf / On Love, Alain de Botton /  @tilthat / Céline Sciamma / Twitter: Nightshiftmp3 / Twitter: Thepartypope / Portrait of a Lady on Fire / The Clean House, Sarah Ruhl / The History of the Band-Aid / weird-facts.org / 

A CELESTIAL INSECURITY

Is the moon envious of the sun?

And it's radiance that cannot be outdone?

Is that why she hides behind the earth?

Calls it an eclipse but, doubting her worth.

What does she see when she looks into the lake?

Her molten silver face or the distortion that ripples make?

Is this why poets always write about her desolate beauty?

Because she's more like us than any character from a movie.

A celestial body far far away

Like all our insecurities in display

How many times have we envied others radiance,

And hid away from an audience?

Doubting our worth, causing self-esteem distortion

By looking at a person's life only in portion?

So like her, we go through phases

And like her, we grow through phases.

SCRIBBLE AND SCRATCH

With a cup of tea, a pen, and my book

I sat to write at my favorite nook.

Head filled with voices trying to get out,

And a heart humming with tunes of doubt.

I scribble, and scratch then my words fade,

As I suppress the thoughts that make me afraid.

So I go back to the books that give me relief.

To find my answers within someone else's grief.

There are many problems within these books.

And in that world, solutions aren't mine to look

Within worn-out, annotated, and yellow pages,

I forget my fright as I did for ages.

Soon I'm drawn back to my nook

Holding on to empty pages of the notebook

I scribble, and scratch but the words don't fade

For I've let my thoughts out of its shade.

When my memory of you seems to fade

And I ask, "Who are we?"

Read to me

The letters I wrote for you

Tell me the stories behind them

When my memory of you seems to fade

Play me our favorite songs

And sing me ours

Remind me about our love

The way you have always reminded me

When my memory of you seems to fade

And I don't recognize you

Remind me of,

The evening that rained like the world was ending

Ask me 36 questions

Look me in the eye and demand the 4 minutes I rain-checked on.

When my memory of you seems to fade

And I flinch away from your touch

Hold my hand in yours tighter

Let the warmth of your hand

Unfreeze my memories of you that I dearly cherish.

Hufflepuff: alright we need a plan. Does anyone have any ideas?

Slytherin: *raises hand*

Hufflepuff: that DOESN’T involve murder

Slytherin: *slowly lowers hand*

“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.”

— C. JoyBell C.

“I suppose I love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.”

— Andrea Gibson, Birthday