velouria
@fatesconqueror.bsky.social
currently ripping my heart out because I can’t bear to hold it anymore.
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velouria
@fatesconqueror.bsky.social
· Jun 3
I built sandcastles close to the shoreline, I was proud of what I created until the waves came and washed away what I built. I wasn’t upset with the waves, if anything it looked prettier swirling back to the water, tiny seashells & rocks following along. I can always build more.
I stand at the edge of a cliff, leading down to the most beautiful ocean. I want to dive, to swim, float, but I’m paralyzed by the fear of drowning. How I love the ocean.
October 3, 2025 at 2:49 AM
I stand at the edge of a cliff, leading down to the most beautiful ocean. I want to dive, to swim, float, but I’m paralyzed by the fear of drowning. How I love the ocean.
I’ve been through a lot of shit, but you are the heaviest thing that has been in my heart. And as the time passes it will only get heavier and heavier before bursting, flooding just beneath my skin. I wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore.
October 2, 2025 at 7:52 AM
I’ve been through a lot of shit, but you are the heaviest thing that has been in my heart. And as the time passes it will only get heavier and heavier before bursting, flooding just beneath my skin. I wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore.
If it was fought for, not violently, but in a way so gentle that I couldn’t deny it anymore, then maybe the answer would be different.
September 19, 2025 at 5:19 AM
If it was fought for, not violently, but in a way so gentle that I couldn’t deny it anymore, then maybe the answer would be different.
I tried to find something else to be my muse, but nothing feels as freeing as you.
September 13, 2025 at 7:02 PM
I tried to find something else to be my muse, but nothing feels as freeing as you.
Currently ripping my heart out because I can’t bear to hold it anymore.
September 8, 2025 at 6:20 AM
Currently ripping my heart out because I can’t bear to hold it anymore.
Not a piece of writing, but a pour into the universe. If the universe decides to gift this to me, on my soul, I will not ruin it. I would hold it, cherish even. Just this once. I’ll make it right.
September 6, 2025 at 7:32 AM
Not a piece of writing, but a pour into the universe. If the universe decides to gift this to me, on my soul, I will not ruin it. I would hold it, cherish even. Just this once. I’ll make it right.
I run across a bridge with another side I can’t see.
September 1, 2025 at 4:19 AM
I run across a bridge with another side I can’t see.
No matter what is on my mind he always creeps in, constricting around my brain, squeezing every last thought out until he is the only thing left. This man who doesn’t exist is all I want.
August 7, 2025 at 5:24 AM
No matter what is on my mind he always creeps in, constricting around my brain, squeezing every last thought out until he is the only thing left. This man who doesn’t exist is all I want.
I spent centuries grieving. Grieving for you, for us. And the rest of each and every life I have will be for grieving you only.
July 21, 2025 at 11:14 PM
I spent centuries grieving. Grieving for you, for us. And the rest of each and every life I have will be for grieving you only.
You can rip out your own heart and give it to me, but I’ll squeeze it until there’s nothing left to keep it beating.
July 18, 2025 at 10:09 AM
You can rip out your own heart and give it to me, but I’ll squeeze it until there’s nothing left to keep it beating.
I can talk to anyone anywhere, but they’ll never be like you.
July 17, 2025 at 1:38 AM
I can talk to anyone anywhere, but they’ll never be like you.
If only you were more than the mist of my dreams.
July 5, 2025 at 11:20 AM
If only you were more than the mist of my dreams.
I built sandcastles close to the shoreline, I was proud of what I created until the waves came and washed away what I built. I wasn’t upset with the waves, if anything it looked prettier swirling back to the water, tiny seashells & rocks following along. I can always build more.
June 3, 2025 at 6:04 AM
I built sandcastles close to the shoreline, I was proud of what I created until the waves came and washed away what I built. I wasn’t upset with the waves, if anything it looked prettier swirling back to the water, tiny seashells & rocks following along. I can always build more.
The book opened, and showed me the most disgusting pages. The most tortured parts of me wanted to keep reading, but as a writer myself, I knew better. I want to protect anyone else from reading that book.
From the best part of me, you’re vile. From the worst part of me, I almost felt something.
From the best part of me, you’re vile. From the worst part of me, I almost felt something.
May 18, 2025 at 4:33 AM
The book opened, and showed me the most disgusting pages. The most tortured parts of me wanted to keep reading, but as a writer myself, I knew better. I want to protect anyone else from reading that book.
From the best part of me, you’re vile. From the worst part of me, I almost felt something.
From the best part of me, you’re vile. From the worst part of me, I almost felt something.
When other aspects of me reveal themselves, it isn’t taken well. I can be too sensitive, too harsh, too serious, too much. No one has even scratched the surface of my brain and I’m terrified of finding someone who will. It may be all I’ve ever wanted, but I hope to god I never do.
April 17, 2025 at 9:41 AM
When other aspects of me reveal themselves, it isn’t taken well. I can be too sensitive, too harsh, too serious, too much. No one has even scratched the surface of my brain and I’m terrified of finding someone who will. It may be all I’ve ever wanted, but I hope to god I never do.
Every love song is our song. In every language, every genre, and every timeline. It’s all ours.
March 31, 2025 at 8:26 AM
Every love song is our song. In every language, every genre, and every timeline. It’s all ours.
He turned me, a woman who couldn’t feel love for another, into a woman who yearns. And it’s all for him.
March 29, 2025 at 12:35 AM
He turned me, a woman who couldn’t feel love for another, into a woman who yearns. And it’s all for him.
Late at night when I open the window to look at the moon, I whisper everything I want to say to you in the wind, hoping it’ll reach you and brush against your skin.
March 9, 2025 at 10:27 AM
Late at night when I open the window to look at the moon, I whisper everything I want to say to you in the wind, hoping it’ll reach you and brush against your skin.
I was the remains of a bonfire after heavy rain. Until he changed the wood and started a new flame. A scorching blaze, it sliced through every drop of rain and I felt alive again. Even then I was afraid to burn him so, I dimmed.
February 8, 2025 at 5:49 AM
I was the remains of a bonfire after heavy rain. Until he changed the wood and started a new flame. A scorching blaze, it sliced through every drop of rain and I felt alive again. Even then I was afraid to burn him so, I dimmed.
There is a man-shaped dent in my soul. No one I’ve ever met has been able to fit in that void. I lie to them knowing it won’t fit. A temporary warmth while I wait in the cold for him. Please find me, ignite me, and burn it all to ash.
December 26, 2024 at 6:50 AM
There is a man-shaped dent in my soul. No one I’ve ever met has been able to fit in that void. I lie to them knowing it won’t fit. A temporary warmth while I wait in the cold for him. Please find me, ignite me, and burn it all to ash.
“I’ll write about him until I get bored of him.”
I was left confused when I couldn’t stop writing.
I was left confused when I couldn’t stop writing.
December 24, 2024 at 7:17 AM
“I’ll write about him until I get bored of him.”
I was left confused when I couldn’t stop writing.
I was left confused when I couldn’t stop writing.