#romantic academia
dark academia wallpapers
the smell of old books
secret getaways
companion
your sign to start journaling
Take me on a date to the art gallery but stare at me the whole time, call me art, hold me from behind and kiss my neck tenderly as we admire the curves of the Ancient Greek sculptures, walk around with your hand on my waist, whisper dirty things in my ear as I examine a Renaissance piece and watch me blush and smile shyly, later, sneak me into the bathroom, overcome with lust, and give in to your desires, muffled moans and knowing giggles as we try to keep from getting kicked out
All my grief says the same thing— this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.
Fortesa Latifi//The Truth About Grief
the romance of being so broken you just stare and can’t say a word and someone you love is just willing to sit there in silence with you because they care for you and don’t want u to be alone
no one talks about how in reality, it’s always lovers to strangers and never enemies to lovers
*zones out for an entire week*
I don’t know the definition of love but I’m sure it falls somewhere between the way you look at me and smile.
- unaiza n, maybe you’re all what love means.
Kiss me until my breath smells like you.
- unaiza n,an eight word poem
I love art, I mean just look at him.
unaiza n, sucker for art.
I carry you in between the lines on the palm of my hand. I wash my hands after every touch, hoping that I’d clean you out someday.
unaiza n, but you stay, stay & stay
I ran into the world of my fantasies and never came out of it. how could I? every dream that I weaved about you was better than the real you.
unaiza n, I don’t know who you are anymore.
I don’t know how to write love stories when I’m just a villain
unaiza n, bad at love
what’s the use of spring if I can’t place lilies in your hair?
unaiza n, I want you. nothing less, nothing more.
I’m going to write something so red, so bright; something that makes the stars cease to exist, turns butterflies into dust. I’m going to write you.
- unaiza n, one smile from you and I’m an ocean overflowing with words.
I hope I accidentally didn’t leave myself in between the cheap metaphors and empty words of your poems. I hope I don’t linger in between those closing lines. – I always want to be something you lost.
– unaiza n, a story you’ll write an ending to.
“The world isn’t cold, darling. The cold resides inside my bones. Hold me for a little longer, will you?”
– unaiza n, excerpt from a book that I may be writing
