Wildeausten - 💐

yes.

stop shaming people for being passionate about the things that they love. stop mocking people for having unusual interests. like, honestly, i'm so tired of feeling embarrassed for being "too much". if being too much means having deep interests that fill my life with romanticism and excitement, then let me be!!! i'd much rather listen to anyone ranting about their latest obsession with 16th century swords than have a boring ordinary conversation with those who shame passionate people

It looks like you’re the one i’ve been waiting for

Shooting stars, tarot cards

dreaming of dance floors—

I ought to hold your hand

I’ll spill my guts out everywhere

And meet you half past 12

In the ether where our love grows beyond nowhere

Incomprehensible, incomparable

The shift of the world felt within my core

Rattling my very own flesh and bones

Your gravity pulls me in

My one and only, my anchor

I believe in God when you touch my skin

i am a graveyard full of moments that i could have had with you

Let me fall silent,

Your nothingness stabs a hole in my ribs,

No substance, no form, no tangible hold

I dance between clarity and insanity

I have been looking everywhere for you,

I turned myself inside out,

I am a rabid dog,

I am a wanderer forever deprived of eden

I am your lamb,

Devour me, haunt my dreams,

It is still here,

It wouldn’t stop lest you come home to me

This bile of yearning filling up my organs,

It’s yours and yours alone.

Would you be the same if I taint my soul trying to search for yours?

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

when whitman said “i contradict myself. i am large… i contain multitudes” and wilde said “what are you? to define is to limit” and sumney said “i insist upon my right to be multiple”

François-Hubert Drouais 

French, 1727-1775

Madame du Barry (details)

reading austen with this scenery is something else 🤍🦋

Sun, swallow me whole. I want to be beautiful to my own accord. I want solitude that does not kill. For once, i want to be the light that permeates and guides someone to liberty. If not sunrise, then sunset at the very least. I am a myriad of flaws. I was told that light could make terror beautiful, too. Come, devour me. I don’t care if you burn my skin or suffocate my lungs—I want to be whole.