Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги
#Limerence + #Ethics Becomes Aesthetics + #Philia с другими тэгами
M/K/
I adore you, but I hate you too. You’re a prison smothered in flowers. I can’t stand this enchantment anymore, I can’t stand being bewitched like this–when I look at you, my gaze turns to nothing but a mirror of light, I’ll stare at you hypnotized for ages, and when I stop seeing you I’ll feel you, and when I stop feeling you I’ll die.
M/J/G/G/
Do not condemn me to the torture of loving you, losing you, and having life yet left to live.
M/O/
You don’t want to hear the story
of my life, and anyway
I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it’s the same old story—
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.
Mostly, I want to be kind.
E/H/
You are killing me, but you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you. Come оn and kill me. I do not care who kills who.
S/P/
Someday, somewhere, with someone, there may be the chance to balance, to stabilize, to learn to integrate all. Who knows? But maybe?
D/A/
In the radiant palaces of quiet afternoons
They spoke words that fall оn the ear like a sob,
And kissed deeply, so that their souls were consumed!
The hours withered and fell like blossoms of gold.
