— Emil M. Cioran, from “The Temptation To Exist”, translated from the French by Richard Howard

Me every single night:

me af

oh to lay on top of someone and hug them like a teddy bear and just sleep like that

Aurora.

The third piece in my beautiful words project. My other pieces can be found here.

Walk down through the grassy valley, and up along the icy hill. He knew the directions like he knew nothing else. Step across the frozen river, behind the old church. He ignored every other plaguing thought except the ones that reminded his tired mind of his final goal. He knew exactly what waited for him around the next corner, under the ancient oak tree. He had been planning this journey for as long as he could remember. His family had been trying to stop him for as long as they could remember. After all, he was only a little field mouse, how could he possibly hope to accomplish the impossible? Yet, here he was, his feet exhausted and bloody, his muscles aching and torn. The pain was nothing compared to the elation that pulsed through his veins with every beat of his tiny heart, the feeling of ecstasy when he realised he had made it. 

He manoeuvred through the colossal blades of grass, the setting sun barely illuminating the strands with a warm glow, his breaths quickening with every step. The oak would be the best place to sit and watch, the ethereal tree standing strong at the apex of the hill, the branches weathered by the brutal attacks committed by the elements. The mouse sat by the thick trunk, the vast size blocking the wind from further piercing his fur. 

The sun gave the horizon one last achingly incomplete kiss before disappearing behind the tall snowy mountains, making way for the bright glow of millions of stars to light up the inky black sky. The dazzling eyes winking down at the astonished mouse were not alone for long as they were soon joined by waves of radiant light dancing elegantly across the empyreal cosmos, the heavenly illumination drawing even the blindest of sight. 

The rich colours of the lights soaked into his skin, the feeling of awe warming his shivering body, and he began to realise a tender truth. He knew that making this trip would be hard, but he had ignored the concerns of those around him in favour of his dream, the very dream that has come to a vibrant yet cold conclusion in front of him. There was nowhere to go from here. No more trips to be made, no more stories to be told. This was it. He found himself incredibly calm knowing this, drinking in the brilliance of the astral phenomenon occurring under the very same sky which he has always slept under, and he knew that he had achieved everything he had set out to do. Having made his peace, the little field mouse let out a yawn, wrapped his grazed tail around his body, and slowly drifted away into the same cosmic ether as the aurora that glittered above him.

Your writing is so fuckin beautiful I....🥺🥺

someone pick me up at 3AM and have night adventures with me 

Reason to Live #3990

  So I can experience a life without an abusive home. – Guest Submission

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Reason to Live #3988

  To one day become the person I want to be. – Guest Submission

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Why is everything i do wrong

I’m so glad I reached this mindset where I just never look for attention, never want to impress anyone, never try to make anyone like me, I just am so enough for my own liking and it’s all that matters.

i automatically go silent when i hear something that hurt my feelings

I need this movie ASAP