je t'aime mon cheri

your smile keeps me reckless.

and the sting in your touch and the fire in your gaze and I can't help it I cant breathe when I'm around you and my heart goes crazy just at the thought of you.

旖旎; a conversation

do you think i'm pretty?

but you are. you are so pretty, love.

but i've always wanted to be more than that. i want to be a soul, a beautiful one, one that is indestructible even by the sharpest of words. when i say i want to be pretty, i want to be a pretty picture with all the colours filled in, i want to be a bouquet of your favourite flowers and i want to be your smile, because i swear, i've never seen anything prettier that that. 

you're beautiful; oh my god, i wish i could find the right words for it. i wish i could find words big enough to express this perfection that even i can't comprehend. you're my princess and i can't love you because this love, this would kill me it feels like the all the nebulas inside of me are combusting spontaneously, creating stars in the form of you. and i would slip on my sunglasses but i would miss all of it. 

so you love me?

i do. oh my god, i love you. goddammit, i love you so damn much. 

qui meus est orbis

I never understood when they said a lover's carress could make me forget that there were 7 billion other people in the world, but when he presses his lips at the rise of my shoulder, I swear I feel like this world is ours. and time is a beautiful thing that kisses the rest of my body that he can't reach and oh my god I love him.

I love the way his eyes are flat black before they sparkle into mine, I love the way he breathes down my neck to see the goosebumps rise before leaving a trail of fiery kisses. I love that he would hug me tight and know exactly what I meant when I said it wasn't tight enough because this isn't gonna ever be enough. I am never going to enough for you but I love you. I love you harder than the pain it would cause to lose you.

be the king of my world and I can be anyone you want me to be.

-dina xx

CATHARSIS

catharsis, noun: I'm tired but my heart is still sore and my eyes are still wet

its crying till your eyes feel like butterfly wings on the tips of magnolia flowers, its making your heart pour out in drops over the finished bottle of tequila. crying is only rain after the sunshine has sucked out enough light to veil the world in it's darkness and some days I watch the grey hide the twinkling stars and I wonder how could anything be seen as beautiful when it shuts out every form of light until you are left with only gaps where the sun fought to pierce through and you think that if this was catharsis, you wouldn't have to battle against everything to feel like an empty nest because I LOVE FEELING EMPTY. but if it equates to feeling alone then I'd pierce my gut every night so that I can remind myself that loneliness is an emotion and it cannot destroy you unless you destroy yourself first

so if crying is carthasis would suicide be that as well?

-dina xx