Category: wnq-writers

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One day, we found each other among the chaos and confusion of existence.

And today,

in this dawn,

in this city,

in this life, we grow within the other with love blooming from our fingertips.

Regular

“In the end it didn’t matter who was the lighter and who was the match.

We both got fucking burned.”

Isabelle F .

Regular

“All my life, I believed falling in love would feel like calm water and a soft place to land.

I believed I had found it. And that I was so so so lucky to be holding it.

I didn’t realize the blood running from my fingers until it was to late.”

Isabelle F.

Regular

“The day I lost you my tongue felt like copper.

Salty and rusty and so so heavy it almost forced me to the ground.

The day I lost you my lungs were ready to give out.

I had forgotten how walking the same earth as you kept me alive.

The day I lost you I found myself.

It was so hard, to remember who I was aside from the person who loved you.

I’m still not sure, darling, but I’ll keep on searching.

One breath at a time.”

Isabelle F.

This is what love does: It makes you want to r…

This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.

Regular

“When I say I’m yours I don’t mean I belong to you like a property.

That’s too easy, darling. Too plain for this love that we’ve crafted.

When I say I’m yours I mean my soul chose yours to make a home with.

It means my every heartbeat pounds to the rhythm of your smile, and my every breath aches to fan over your skin.

It means your name is etched on my eyelids so I can take you with me when dreams come to carry me away.

It means I’ll stay even when everything else is fading away.”

Isabelle F.

What’s just a coincidence for you that you sti…

What’s just a coincidence for you that you still find me in your way, is a long wait for me to get found by you.

Regular

“You swore the future would wait for us.

Swore it would be enough to hold onto sandcastle promises and volatile tides.

Swore the days we spent in bliss would turn into an eternity built together.

But, darling, time flew by so fast we never even had a chance to catch it.”

Isabelle F.

Regular

“In the end the words we didn’t speak were the noose that took the last breath of whatever love was left between us.”

Isabelle F.

Regular

Recipe for writing

I. Take a broken heart and bleed it out until every atom of the universe feels at peace.

II. Add the gift to create new realities and sprinkle on just a smidge of melancholy from any yesterday that left you yearning.

III. Stir in hope and stardust melted into blind faith in happy endings. Bring it to a simmer.

IV. Serve with a side of passion and a generous portion of intrinsic, painful honesty.

V. Let it all roll down your throat; ink will heal you while opening up new scars.

Isabelle F.