Melancholic - Tumblr Posts
My soul will go to the autumn skies (2018)
Never Fade Away
A thing of beauty, I know... will never fade away
sometimes life can just feel like an endless stream of forgotten days filled with hours of nothing
i wish i was still oblivious
my mind is the only friend I have left
daydreaming is my only passion
Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen
melancholic mind
it's quiet in my mind
melancholic and calm
the waters
are lapping softly
on the shores
the waves
are no more than ripples
on the surface of my thoughts
a sombre navy blue
moonlight hits it gently
highlighting the peaks
and enveloping
my tired limp body
it coats my pale cheeks
and blue lips
it caresses
my collarbones
and ribs
the touch of moonlight
reminds me of you
it is so delicate
and careful
-i
there is something so painful and agonizing about knowing you’ll never go back. nostalgia is so much more brutal when you grieve everything but a person. why does my heart feel like it’s being constricted? why am i replaying everything in my mind if my eyes are open? why is there an ache behind my eyes as they search for the familiar in a world that’s moved on? why is my stomach physically sinking? i can see it, smell it, feel it, but it’s not there. it will never be there. i want to go back, why can’t i go back? let me go back.
I’m melancholic. (They said the score was 0 to 24 but my melancholic scale was at 25)
Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen
Booklet picture by Johnny Abbate for "A N G S T", the new album from Klonavenusout in 2015 - Check out their page and become fan <3
my melancholia haunts me like a child does a mother who just got to know that Santa isn’t real
"Beauty Marks"
I read once that beauty marks were kisses, bestowed by a lover in a past life; evidence of something I cannot quite place stamped dark across the weathered litany of scars - my hands, my left foot the inner sanctum of my thigh. In the absence of your kiss, I've created my own, with the dark embrace of steel, of the blade.
Oh, lover - would that I knew you now, and not then; the myriad renditions of this woman today knew your face but I can only guess at the roadmap of your devotion - and imagine, if I try, that I've graced your lips instead of this unyielding body.
O, lover, I've grown cold without you. O, lover, the sanctum is now become a tomb. My fingers brush an atlas that was made for a world that has been forgotten.
O, God… would that You'd see fit to wash me clean, And hide this obsolete longing from my eyes - to render me free from memory, of the warm embrace that's cooled to frost on my skin.
O, lover… O, lover… for all the stamping of love you've imbued on my flesh, the words still come, heavy with rainfall, and bitter as ash. Would that I never knew you at all.
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edit: DO NOT VOTE BASED ON THE VIBES OF THE FLUIDS 😭
Forget the Myers-Briggs fucking personality assessment. I am dead tired of hearing if someone is an INFP or an ESLQ or whatever. I want to know if someone is melancholic or choleric. Bring back the four humors. I wanna see “Kaley, 16, phlegmatic” when I go to someone’s blog. Who is with me. Lets make this happen
So recently on my YouTube recommendations, there's been a trend of the "do you think we're ___ in every universe?" Only there's a twist to these ones. With each universe they symbolize how the relationship is toxic. Here's some examples I've seen: A Venus flytrap to a fly, an animal to a bear trap, a plant entangled in a weed, a bird in a cage, a bunny constricted by a snake, etc. Knowing that in each universe, the victim can't escape the grasp of the abuser, fills me with such an extreme melancholy.
