“Eventually Soulmates Meet, For They Have The Same Hiding Place.”

The only thing that comes to mind lately

Is you.

How one dimensional of me,

To be stolen so effortlessly.

As if you have bewitched me;

As if your hand guides my pen.

Your hair falls in messy curls,

Like waves of rain upon my window,

And I am mesmerized-

Absolutely enchanted.

If I have fallen short in my duties as a poet,

It is because you are both my agony

And my relief,

My torment and pleasure,

A demon whose lips utter my salvation-

Such softness trapped within fire,

I am only human.

I cannot bring anything to mind,

Cannot write of anything,

Except of you.

You.

You.

x

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay

pspspsp nasty weird freaky girl

I loved you long before I had the guts to let you know.

William Chapman

the pugilist // keaton henson

i be like "i'm okay" then show signs of psychosis