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katsmoving 5 years ago

they say the hero wins once the villain dies,
but darling, i lost the moment you fell.

and, god, i wish i’d fallen with you // k.s. (via worthystevie)

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girlforce-deactivated20160106 5 years ago

The signs as emotions people feel, but can't explain

Aries: Ambedo. A melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details — raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee — Briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, an act that is done purely for it's own sake.

Taurus: Nodus Tollens. The realization that the plot of your life doesn't make sense to you any more — that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre — which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.

Gemini: Kairosclerosis. The moment you realize that you’re currently happy — consciously trying to savour the feeling —which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an after-taste.

Cancer: Sonder. The unexplainable feeling of neither sadness nor happiness, but the realization that every stranger around you, whether on the streets or in pictures, has a live as vivid and complex as your own.

Leo: Nighthawk. A recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night—an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future—that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can successfully ignore for weeks, only to feel its presence hovering outside the window, waiting for you to finish your coffee, passing the time by quietly building a nest.

Virgo: Catoptric Tristesse. The sadness that you’ll never really know what other people think of you, whether good, bad or if at all — that although we reflect on each other with the sharpness of a mirror, the true picture of how we’re coming off somehow reaches us softened and distorted, as if each mirror was preoccupied with twisting around, desperately trying to look itself in the eye.

Libra: Vellichor. The strange wistfulness of used book stores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time — filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.

Scorpio: Monachopsis. The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach — lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.

Sagittarius: Kenopsia. The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional after image that makes it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative, who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs.

Capricorn: Mauerbauertraurigkeit. The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like—as if all your social taste buds suddenly went numb, leaving you unable to distinguish cheap politeness from the taste of genuine affection, unable to recognize its rich and ambiguous flavours, its long and delicate maturation, or the simple fact that each tasting is double-blind.

Aquarius: Xeno. The smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence — moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.

Pisces: Mahpiohanzia. The disappointment of being unable to fly, unable to stretch out your arms and vault into the air, having finally shrugged off the ballast of your own weight and ignited the fuel tank of unfulfilled desires you've been storing up since before you were born.

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nickandros 6 years ago

we’re in love during the war.
does it make each moment more precious,
or does it make each moment more difficult?

the war will turn us to monsters (i no longer recognize you) [j.m] (via mythpoetrynet)

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tai-korczak 6 years ago

23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain

crashingclouds:

la-thanaa:
tai-korczak:
Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.
Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.
Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.
Okay I relate to 8.
I have felt a fair few of these emotions very often

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lifeinpoetry 6 years ago

Said, A girl made of splinters isn’t built
for love. But they tried, anyway. They tried.
And turns out. I can. I can love hard

as shrapnel. So hard I melt skin.

Jeanann Verlee, from “Bridge Song,” Said the Manic to the Muse (via facinaoris)

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bibophilophile 6 years ago

Bottled up.
Thawed out.
Everything I am distilled in glacier peaks.

I came out this darkness another man.
Not better,
But pure.

drink up america, my blood is on your teeth // s.r (via anthonvstrk)

#steve #words #poetry

brandanoquits 6 years ago

You look at me like you look at stained glass, but I don’t remember becoming a benediction.

unfinished and untitled (m.b.)

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sebastianfucker 6 years ago

I called you starlight, but you were so much more than a single falling star. You were pure celestial intent, ripping though my bones and boiling my blood with light so bright I couldn’t see or scream. You left me blind with luminous visions of galaxies burned into my eyelids and the taste of ash bitter on my tongue. And, darling one, when we finally burned out, you left nothing but trails of stardust in my veins and the sweet, lingering scent of strawberries. I loved you. I love you. I love you so.

and though you’re no longer mine, I always will. | j.s. (via sebastianfucker)

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mysticsigns 6 years ago

the signs as celtic goddesses

aries: flidais –

goddess of the woodlands and wild things. she is a shapeshifter and is associated with protection and wild animals.

taurus: druantia –

queen of the druids and goddess/mother of the tree calendar. symbolises protection, knowledge, passion, fertility, growth and forests.

gemini: brighid –

goddess of fire and water. she is immortalised by many springs and wells. brighid was so loved that she was made a saint when christianity became onset.

cancer: cyhiraeth –

goddess of streams. her scream foretells death. she is the queen of banshees.

leo: arianrhod –

goddess of time, karma and retribution. keeper of the silver wheel of stars, a symbol of time and karma.

virgo: cerridwen –

goddess of moon, grain and nature. she is the patron of poets and greatest of all the bards. she represents luck, inspiration, the arts and astrology/zodiac.

libra: don –

queen of the heavens and goddess of air and sea. rules over the land of the dead. symbolises control of the elements and the moon.

scorpio: morrigan –

queen of phantoms and goddess of sensuality, prophecy, revenge and magic. often appears as a raven or crow.

sagittarius: cailleach –

goddess of disease and plague. she is also known as the "veiled one". she resides in the afterworld realm where she receives the dead.

capricorn: creiddylad –

goddess of flowers and love. connected with the festival of beltane (a celtic festival celebrated on may day) and called the may queen.

aquarius: airmid –

goddess of healing, medicinal plants and keeper of the springs. regenerates the dead and brings them to life again.

pisces: caer ibormeith –

goddess of sleep and dreams. often takes the form of a swan. singer of the sweetest, most restful music ever heard on earth.

#libra #nice #words #mythology

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bookofendings 6 years ago

Slow your breath; unclench your fist. Even in sleep you are ready for war.

The Golden Wing (via ladystoneheartss)

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