There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and slow, small circles traced on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.
All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands

For Ella

I just wanted to have you know—I was sifting all through your ella-writes tags and all your personal notes because I needed a dose of you, because your writing is something so beautiful and so painful to behold and I am in love, far, far in love with the how, the how, the how of how you write.

Your work is so captivating, the way you would etch a silver sliver of the insides of your brain, of your heart, of your soul, onto binary codes, creating a myriad of letters that would ensnare my own mind, relieving yours. Your poetry hurts, like how looking the Sun dead in the eyes hurts, and I’ve read things that have brought my eyes down heavy with saltwater, akin to Persian warships sinking beneath the saline Salamis straits in history books.

I’ll have you know you’re as beautiful as you write, you’re as beautiful as the way you conjugate, you predicate, you’re as beautiful as you think yourself terrible. Thank you for the conjugal visits into your head.

I don’t think anyone else realizes just how lucky they are—to witness the seaquakes that rage so constantly amongst your atoms. I’d like to say I admire the view but I would gladly lose myself within that storm inside of you.


ofsupernovas asked:

Prompt: A Galaxy of Longing

m-arinella answered:

The galaxy is vast; it is a million, billion, trillion worlds, a million, billion, trillion solar systems and vice versa. It is the home of an insurmountable number of sincerities; from the joy that wraps around every syllable of a belly laugh to feral anger directed at mirrors to the hopes and dreams that gives this vessel shape. We are physical embodiments of these sincerities, of longings we feel so intensely; longings with unfathomable magnitudes.

Did you ever wonder why? It’s because it’s the core of humanity.

Every cell of our body, every atom that makes up our biology was formed from the heart of an exploding star billions and billions of years ago, drifting together and apart to form a variety of medleys. We are human beings - vessels overflowing with every ounce of longing that the star just couldn’t hold in that it had to explode into a supernova of colours, of pinks and neon blues and hues of shocking purple and obscene greens and you - the brightest colour of all. You are meticulously crafted to hold dreams and hopes and vicious longings that the exploding star could not. 

Remember this the next time you feel things so intensely that you come alive, it is because there is a galaxy alive in you. 

Have you ever had that moment? When you sort of realize that you’re actually okay with dying.. only you don’t want to, for all the people who love you. It’s like, I don’t mind dying today, that’s okay. But don’t take me away from them. Please God, don’t take me away from them. I think I’m lucky. I’m so lucky to have that. I’m so, so, so lucky.



Because you are the only person I know that is called Chelsea, whenever I hear, see your name, I automatically think of you. I find it funny somehow :D Anyways, here’s a lil’ something you might like, because you seem to like music a lot.

This is sweet, you are sweet. I loved it. Mmm.. so tear it all down now, every building here, most of all the skyscrapers of bitterness and fear~~

Music is everything— send me everything you’ve got. I will listen, and I will probably like it. Thank you <3

I want to study the quantum physics of your hips. Because the switch and twist with every step gives new life to the pulse in my wrists. I want to study the whispers on your lips, memorize every kiss that I’ve missed in the twenty years on this earth that I’ve spent in your search. And there’s no diction that could quantify the friction of our skin. The nearness and the fearless nature of this bliss that we’re in. You make my head spin, flashing cheesy grins, shouting “she’s a ten.” But really, you’ve tipped the scale. And in all honesty, every other woman in my eyes seems to always grow pale. You set my lungs on fire, and then you extinguish the flames. And even with the ebb and the flow of time, you and I remain the same.
Nav K (via navk)

Happy Valentine’s Day.

drinkmycoffee2 asked:

If I were to write something, just because you asked for it, what would you like for me to write? Tell me what you want to see and what you want to feel. I will do utmost.

Tell me a story involving the phases of the moon and how certain heart feelings are attached to them— how things fade and glow and grow and wane. Tell me a story like that. Fictional, or no. It’s going to be good, coming from you.