Xrisa M.
Xrisa M.

I wish I could be delicate
or fascinating.
or consuming.

But I yell into whispers,
and wobble uncertaintly on cement.
I am plain, and unideal, and painful,

I despise myself too, dear.

E.g | 'Delicacy' - dippedinverse (via counterfeitfairytales)
"Stop setting yourself on fire for someone who stays to watch you burn."
Haiku on Perspective (via counterfeitfairytales)
"We never stop loving silently those we once loved out loud."
Marina Abramović (via counterfeitfairytales)
"unlike you, the ache will not leave."
feelings 9:38 p.m. // 3.18.24 (via counterfeitfairytales)
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
Eleanor Roosevelt (via counterfeitfairytales)
"Say, for a minute, you forgot about it. Say you’re in a car, say there’s music on the stereo. You don’t know all the words, but you’re singing along anyway because all your friends are singing along, and you just want to be with them. You got in this car, you drove hundreds of miles away from home, just to be with people who have been right next to you for years. Say, then, that you’ve joined them for a moment. Finally, a primary experience. A laugh in first-person, fingers slipping between each of yours, pulling you out of the sea. Say you call it the sea so you don’t have to face what it is. Say you believed you could see it, you knew how to get away. Say it was not a wall. Say it was not around you. Say it did not make a room with just you; say it was not also in the room with you. Say it was not your only company. Say that love could storm the dungeon and let you out. Say love had anything at all to do with it. Say your friends will wait for you to come back."
say this, wesley king (via counterfeitfairytales)
"I will lose you. It is written
into this poem the way
the fisherman’s wife knits
his death into the sweater."
Gregory Orr, “The Sweater,” from The Caged Owl: New and Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
"You aren’t very hard to corrupt and you’re an awful lot of fun to corrupt."
Ernest Hemingway, Garden of Eden (via counterfeitfairytales)
"Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive?
she was exasperation, she was torture."
Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle (via counterfeitfairytales)
"Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again, and then the phone rings and you hope it’s them. It’s the most twisted logic of all time."
John Mayer (via counterfeitfairytales)
"On the scales of desire your absence weighs more than someone else’s presence."
311, ”Uncalm” (via counterfeitfairytales)
"Stop falling in love with
sad, lonely literary types
who know more about Dostoevsky
than they do about kindness.
Giving him your heart
won’t get his beating again.
He will only burn you out."
note to self (age 14), wesley king (via counterfeitfairytales)
"So here you are
still hating green eyes after all these years,
still seeking them out just to prove to yourself
that you are not afraid.
So you dive terror-first
into the folds of his clothes and hope to god
you will pull out something good, just this one time.
All you’re asking for is a man who isn’t
hell-bent on keeping secrets, but you know
this stranger owes you nothing, feels nothing
as you try to light every corner of him up
and prove there is no evil here.
By the time you’re done with him
there will be nothing left."
so here you are, wesley king (via counterfeitfairytales)
"This is my skin. It keeps out the rain and words I’d rather not hear like “I’m tired” or “I’m fine” or “We need to talk.”

This is my skin and it’s thick. This is not your skin. Yet you are still under it."
Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via counterfeitfairytales)
"I want him to press my fingers to
his mouth, tell me I taste like spring."
Ruth E. Foley, from “Wednesday Evening” (via counterfeitfairytales)