#romantic academia

for you, I created all of this art.

- unaiza n, my muse.

there are poems etched on the back of my throat. I can’t whisper them out, but they all scream your name.

- unaiza n, the center of every poem is that I love you.

I love you to the point of madness. you could burn me to keep yourself warm and I’d let you. you could wreck my soul and shatter my heart and I’d let you. the point of love that’s driving me insane. I want your corruption, the lavender glaze on your palms, your downfall, your violent slumber. my dear darling, my gentle surrender - destroy me.

unaiza n, I love you to the point of ruin

holding you is never enough. I want to bury myself , deep in your existence. crack you open, for our hearts to become one. for you to have all of me, every bit of me.

unaiza n, I want to be yours.

If the world will be falling apart, as long as I’d be in your arms, I’d be home.

- unaiza n, home was never four walls and a roof.

fill my heart with song, let me swing for evermore. you are all I long for, all I worship and adore - in other words, please be true. in other words, I love you.

fly me to the moon, let me play up there with those stars, let me see what life is like on a jupiter and mars - in other words, hold my hand.
in other words, darling, kiss me.

If love has never left you gasping for air, ripped you apart and stirred your soul - then you have not experienced love, my darling.

- unaiza n, love isn’t always red

I want to do bad things to you, so wild, so rough that I can’t seem to put them in words.

- unaiza n, until the sun begs us to stop

you’re just a knife twisting in my heart, the burning wounds on my skin. I’ve been trying to write about leaving through the rusted door of this never ending July. but I’m so blinded by the ember sunsets, the hazy lights in your eyes. exquisitely miserable for you – I can’t even move one foot out, or finish the empty verse.

- unaiza n, I can’t leave - I don’t want to.

there are still poems, left undone in the book that we didn’t close right. one of us has to keep writing them - one of us has to keep the words bleeding.

- unaiza n, why couldn’t you be the one to keep us breathing?

but what is love if it doesn’t wreck your soul and haunt you?

- unaiza n, ruin me in the name of love, will you?

I’ve created a small town out of my sadness, and named every empty home after you.

- unaiza n, after you.

but my love, I’ve shed much more than just tears for you.

- unaiza n, blood, sweat and ink

Midnight baths with u is all I crave right now.

metamorphesque:

  ― Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets

[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]

metamorphesque:

“Who will be lost in the story we tell ourselves? Who will be lost in ourselves? A story, after all, is a kind of swallowing. To open a mouth, in speech, is to leave only the bones, which remain untold.”

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

metamorphesque:

Milk and Honey, Rupi Kaur

metamorphesque:

― Akwaeke Emezi, The Death of Vivek Oji

[ text ID: I often wonder if I died in the best possible way - in the arms of the one who loved me the most, wearing a skin that was true. ]

juneacademia:

all bitches want is to be yearned for.

it’s me, i’m bitches.