surqrised:

“You’re so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.”

Unknown

tunisian:

i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a “hey i miss you” or “can you help me out for a second?” or “you want to hang out?” text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. “hey, you got the job!”. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.

missinyouiskillingme:

The timing wasn’t wrong. Who we were at the time was wrong.

firstfullmoon:

We’ll dream of a longer summer / but this is the one we have: / I lay my sunburnt hand / on your table:       this is the time we haveALT

this adrienne rich excerpt, always always

soracities:

When we look at someone (an angel) from a position of unrequited love and imagine the pleasures that being in heaven with them might bring us, we are prone to overlook a significant danger: how soon their attractions might pale if  they began to love us back. We fall in love because we long to escape from ourselves with someone as ideal as we are corrupt. But what if such a being were one day to turn around and love us back? We can only be shocked. How could they be divine as we had hoped when they have the bad taste to approve of someone like us? If in order to love,  we must believe that the beloved surpasses us in some way, does not a cruel paradox emerge when we witness this love returned? 'If s/he really is so wonderful, how could s/he could love someone like me?'ALT

Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]

llovelymoonn:

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on love as conversation

alice oseman radio silence (via @liriostigre) \ bell hooks

kofi

metamorphesque:

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— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. 1 (1931-1934)

[text ID: I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.]

violentwavesofemotion:

“I’m not a stable person, and often I encounter great difficulties in life, which often seems quite unbearable. There’s nothing I can do about that. But I love the world and life itself, and, even when in pain, I still have the pleasure of feeling part of a cosmic movement.”

Hermann Hesse, from a letter to Volkmar Andreae written c. March 1913

stevebucky-deactivated20221119:

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leonardospoetry:

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this search for the essence of who I am

feral-ballad:

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Ilya Kaminsky, from Deaf Republic: Poems; “Alfonso, in snow

[Text ID: “You are alive, I whisper to myself, therefore something in you listens.”]