Heartstrings & Ink

30/01/2025
00:28
Adventures of This Lifetime

By He Thatdoesntexist🖤, deadupsidedown🌻, the milkywayexplorer🪐, and the or**sm donor😈.

Media Player: Coldplay – Adventures of a Lifetime

He Thatdoesntexist🖤:

Young—we don’t realize what it means while we have it,
Young—probably the only mercy life ever handed us.
Old—we fear it, we curse it,
Old—the time we pray doesn’t reach us.
But death has never been ours to summon,
And life? Life just laughs—like we ever had a say in it.
So here we are again, another year, another tally on the list,
Another set of scars, more nights spent drowning in the weight of it.
The heartbreaks, the breakdowns, the su***de attempts,
Yet here I stand, breathing in spite of myself.
And somehow, in all of it, the universe threw me one small mercy—
Something warm enough to light the cold inside me.
deadupsidedown🌻:

Sunflowered heart—
That’s what I tell myself, that I can stand through the storm,
That I can keep my head up even when the wind is screaming.
We loved. And love loved us back, sometimes gently, sometimes like a blade.
We bled, we burned, we broke, we stayed.
Music held us when no one else did,
Poetry became the only prayer we knew how to say.
We shook hands with death more times than we can count,
Held the blade like a friend, carved silence into our skin,
But to say life was all bad would be a lie.
We had moments, we had laughter, we had ink in our skin, steel through flesh,
We had a baby.
We had a baby.
And if nothing else, her smile is enough to keep us crawling forward,
Even when it feels like we have nothing left.

the milkywayexplorer🪐:

We still stand under the stars like they hold the answers,
Still let the night sky wrap around us like something holy.
Even after all these years, the moon still catches us off guard,
Hanging high, glowing, like she knows something we don’t.
When the air was too heavy, when sleep wouldn’t come,
We stepped outside, whispered secrets into the dark.
Did the stars listen? We don’t know.
But they never turned away.
And maybe that’s the lesson—maybe we are just dying stars,
Breaking apart so something new can shine.
Maybe the losses had to happen.
Maybe there’s still something worth waiting for.
Ase.

the or**sm donor😈:

Man, f**k all that sad s**t—
I want to bury myself between warm thighs tonight.
Feel lips, feel hands, feel nails on my back,
Lose myself in the only kind of hunger that ever satisfied me.
All I want for my birthday is hips rolling slow,
Fingers tracing my skin like scripture.
I want her breath in my ear, my name caught in her throat,
Pleasure dripping from her body like honey.
Because what’s life without the taste of sin?
Without the weight of another body pressed against yours,
Without the kind of fire that leaves you weak?
So here’s to another year of chasing that high,
Of giving and taking, of making her tremble—
Because a gift ain't worth s**t if it don’t make her come undone.

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Love's Canvas

Written by Lowkey Innocentia.

In the desolate expanse of my soul, where shadows danced and darkness reigned, your love burst forth like a radiant sunrise, casting vibrant hues upon the canvas of my existence. The dull, monochromatic world I once knew was transformed, as if by magic, into a kaleidoscope of colors, each one more breathtaking than the last.

The embers of passion, thought to be extinguished by the heartless hands of my past, were tenderly fanned into a roaring flame by your gentle touch. Your love became the beacon that illuminated the dark recesses of my heart, banishing the ghosts of sorrow and despair.

In your loving arms, I found solace from the tempests that had ravaged my spirit, comfort from the ache of loneliness, and genuine love that I feared was lost forever. You are the gentle rain that soothes my parched earth, the warm breeze that rustles my leaves, and the sunshine that brightens every day.

With you, my world is reborn, revitalized, and rejuvenated. The stars twinkle brighter in the night sky, the moon glows with a softer light, and the beauty of life is once again revealed to me. You are the melody that fills my heart with song, the rhythm that makes me whole, and the harmony that brings balance to my soul.

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qua 02. (pedestrian pedestal)

By Sia Morweng

begin with me, please begin,
at the end of the tunnel already
yet i suck my fingers when i'm unaware
and there's temptation to twirl
my hair when i discover
a fruit sweeter than mango,
life and the falling leaves.
my palm has been itching, too much so,
it's stayed clenched even in my sleep
and this from the myth told by my nana
would be the sign of abundant luck
but i haven't had a kiss move my heart
or surround my soul, the famous
incitement of wanting to devour or
be devoured, perhaps, begin with me.

it has been too long since i heard my earnest voice, the very one I'm unable to recognize yet my mother recognizes when I'm only entering the door. i wished for simplicity and this was my mistake, the naivety of thinking simple came alone without any entanglements. but, when i'm still wishing for simplicity after it all, am i still naive?

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