relatable poetry

She could never be yours,
if and ever she tried
she’d end up losing herself.
—  BINI //gains

anonymous asked:

how would Combeferre's relationship with literature be? (like not science related stuff but novels, poetry and so on?)

He’d love to analyse stuff though? That’s what he does, he has an analytic mind, and literary analysis just blow his mind. He doesn’t just want to read a lyric poem get a certain emotion from it; he wants to understand how it’s created, how the author perfected their craft and managed to make him feel emotions with words.

He has a thing for Modernism, even though at the end of the day it’s a it pompous, but it’s interesting to analyse how the different points of view and focalisations in narrative shifted. He likes Virginia Woolf a lot, because she combines very sensory writing wih beautiful images, but you can feel lost at times, and he likes to see how tha works

For more contemporary literature, Id say he devoured the Harry Potter series as a kid and was waiting impatiently for his letter. Big in Tolkien, too. He likes world building. He’s the guy who’ll read all the annexes, just watch him!

Do not allow him to consume you. If he does not call, go to sleep. If he does not message, put your phone away and have a fantastic day anyway. If he acts distant when you are with him and refuses to tell you what is wrong, don’t wait for him, go home and do something you love. If he tries to insinuate you do not need your friends now that you have him, spend more time with your friends. If he tries to teach you a lesson through the silent treatment, ignore him completely.

If he plays with your feelings constantly, walk away from him. If he acts like your body is his entitlement when you are not ready, walk away from him. If he says terrible, unforgivable things and threatens to leave you after every argument, walk away from him. If he forbids you from doing anything you love, walk away from him. If he claims ownership of your accomplishments, walk away from him. If he demeans you or disrespects your being a girl and refuses to stop when you tell him it hurts, walk away from him.

I cannot stress this enough, you live for yourself first. He is a secondary character in the story of your life. Do not allow him to turn you into a secondary character in your own book.

—  Nikita Gill, Advice for Teenage Girls Finding Their Way Through Love.
I never liked making
homes out of people,
but some nights with
your arms around me
like walls and your
heart as warm as a
blazing fireplace
I have never felt more
safe so darling,
if this is home -
please tell me
I can stay.
—  Home // Genefe Navilon
I saw you
smiling at her
as if she gave you
a world you’ve
been hoping to have,
and for the first time
I know how it feels
to drown even if
I’m out of the ocean.
—  ma.c.a // I Find It Hard To Breathe
I just want to spend late nights with you. I want to be the one that you go to when you’re hurt and sad. I want to be the one that strokes your hair while you’re laying on my lap. I want to give you early morning kisses and late night cuddles. I just want to be the person that gives you the world. Please, just let me be that person.
If someone stays with you after you hurt them more than once,they love you. Think about it.
They’re choosing pain over pleasure.
I have killed myself many times.

The part of me that hated myself was murdered yesterday. The version of me that was unkind and cruel was destroyed years ago. I replaced my angry hard heart with a soft one and switched the part of my brain that hated anyone off. And the part of me that insisted on my killing myself? I strangled it with my bare hands for trying to suggest that I did not have a place in or beauty to give to this world.

Yes, I have killed myself many times. But only the parts of myself that caused me damage, that caused others pain, that told me my life was not worth living.

The universe made no mistake by creating me. And it made no mistake by creating you either. Kill the version of you that tries to tell you it has. You deserve every moment of the previous gift of life you have been given.

—  Nikita Gill
I know we haven’t talked for a long while, and I know you pretty much forgot about me at this point. But I hope you’re happy with whatever you’re doing. I hope you find someone who will love you as much as I did. And I hope you find happiness within yourself. Even if we did end up having a fallout, I hope you’re doing what you love and find true happiness. Even if it’s without me.

I’ve come to a point in my life where “I love you” just doesn’t have the same meaning as it used to before. Sure, you can love me. You can fall in love with my eyes, with the way I tuck my hair behind my ears, with the way the sunshine hits the color of my skin. You can love me in a hundred and one different ways but it wouldn’t mean anything if you don’t choose me. So yes, you could tell me you love me and my heart will skip a beat and I’ll have butterflies in my tummy and I will feel the earth shake on my feet - I will feel so happy, my heart could burst out of my chest… but it simply just won’t be enough anymore.

So this is what I need from you:

Tell me you choose me. When I’m slumped on the floor ridden with guilt and grief from everything that has ever and will ever hurt me - hold me and tell me you choose me. When I’m pushing you away, when my fists are up and the ugliest of things come out from this mouth you proclaim to love - say you choose me anyway. When I’m broken, when you can’t fix me, when no amount of I love you’s in the world can assuage my pain - please, hold my face, shake me a little, say, “look at me, I choose you, okay?”

You can tell me you love me. You can shout it to the world. You can say it to me a million times and it will be what I want to hear. But telling me, “I choose you” - darling, that’s all I will ever need.

—  Tell me you choose me // Genefe Navilon
Sometimes you can never explain why you love someone, somehow the words are never enough to express it. Maybe it’s just the completeness you feel in your heart when they hold you, or maybe the smile on your face when they tell stupid jokes, or maybe the way your soul calms when they watch you. It’s just the way they make you feel. That is true. Don’t try to explain it. Just feel it.
—  k.m
The bravest thing you can ever do, is to stay kind and soft even when the world has been cruel to you.
—  Nikita Gill, Brave
People were
falling in love
with each other,
and it can either be
the most wonderful
or saddest thing
that can ever
to them.
—  ma.c.a // Falling