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you know what hits me about the "on purpose on purpose im going to love you on purpose" "i'll take care of you, it's rotten work, not to me not if it's you" "im going to love you without a single string attached" "i don't know where to put it all the love i have for her, i'll take it" "i walked in love with you with both eyes open choosing to take every step"?

they all have the same desire, they all desire for someone to Want it, for love to not be an accident or something that happens without recognising it, they all have the overtones desire of wanting someone to deem you worthy of love, to see you and meet you and know you and Want to love you, to make that choice and stick by it because loving you or being loved by you is something so deeply worth it and fulfilling and moving and powerful that they Want it, in their soul they crave to love and be loved

they're such varieties of the basic desire to be wanted

they say these things and they mean "love me because i am lovable" not "love me because you find me desirable/you have realised you already do/you want something from me" etc

it's "love me because i am me and you are aware of that" and it's something you can just scream to someone when you can't find another way to say "i am choosing to love you because loving you is something i want to experience no matter the outcome"

love them . On purpose, on Purpose and by choice and intentionally you will Love Them

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“This is what I know of love: the being needed, the being taken. I’ve mistaken the heart for being able to love. The heart cannot love. The heart pumps. It is more like a well; made for depleting, for drowning.”

— Meghan Privitello, “[Even when I’m naked, I can’t tell the truth],” published in The Adroit Journal (via bostonpoetryslam)

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Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by A. Poulin Jr., Duino Elegies and The Sonnets to Orpheus

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I am unsealed, I am incandescent […] To whom shall I give all that now flows through me, from my warm, my porous body?

Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via soracities)

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Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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Abbas Kiarostami, from “A Wolf Lying in Wait; Poems,” publised c. 2015

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soft in the middle, shelby eileen // 14 lines from love letters or suicide notes, david “doc” luben

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From: Tristan Tzara, La rose et le chien: poème perpétuel, Illustrations by Pablo Picasso, PAB [Pierre André Benoit], Alès, 1958

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when kafka said "all the love in the world is useless when there is total lack of understanding" and when richard siken said “if you love me, you don’t love me in a way I understand.”

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Non-constructive criticism// from the voices I don't really hear

I want you to know that

the world moves in the wrong direction.

The sky is left handed.

Your four dimensions

do not belong to you.

It is not something I learned

the hard way. My old soul

is actually just a very soft, very new soul. Or

it is a soul with dementia. It

touches love for the first time

over and over again. Never

learning anything from mirrored images.

I am reading the half

smile from right to left. I woke

up in the woods and loved the trees.

I woke up next to a body

and wished it would disappear.

I don't want to destroy so much oxygen

during my next

heartbreak.

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Nelly Sachs, tr. by Eric Plattner, from The Seeker: “Enigmas of Night,”

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Two boys are sitting on the edge of the cliff. One of them is everybody’s favorite. Everybody meaning mom and dad. That boy isn’t you. You know this, but you don’t mind. You do mind. Every division has a source. This is yours. You think how easy it would be to tumble off the side. To fall down and never stop falling, you can feel yourself slipping but nobody notices to pull you back. You doubt they would anyway. You were born with a dream for the paradise you’ll never see. You were born out of pain and suffering. You grew up and you never smiled. Nobody showed you how. This isn’t true for your brother. He was born out of sacrifice and joy. He stayed young and he always smiled. Everybody showed him how. Everybody meaning mom and dad. Two boys are pulling on a wishbone. One of them is everybody’s burden. Everybody meaning mom and dad. That boy is you. You know this, but you don’t mind. You do mind. Every division has two parts. This is yours. You think how easy it would be to pull to hard. To fall back, and hit that rock and a hard place. You can feel yourself drifting but nobody notices to pull you back. You doubt they would anyway. You were born with a dream for the paradise you’ll never see. They never told you which side makes your wishes come true. You’re fate was written in apple juice and vanity but nobody told you this. Everybody always told you had a choice. Everybody meaning mom and dad. Pull the bone and have eternal life. Pull the bone and have a mortal death. Pull the bone that kills your brother. Pull the bone that saves your soul. The thing about choices is they were never yours. Pull one. Watch the world burn.

“darling you were marked for murder before god ever touched you” by sgg(jealovsofthemoon)

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Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel

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Hands holding flowers by @subwayhands on Instagram

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Simone Weil, “The Love of God and Affliction,” Waiting for God

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“My love, my sweet love, I live in another world. A kinder and simpler world. A world of moons and stars and forests, a world filled with danger and magical beauty. It’s the old world but to me it’s new. You must not be fearful, dear, I quite like it there.”

— Katherine Mansfield, from a letter to J. M. Murry written c. April 1922

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“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

— Azar Nafisi; Reading Lolita in Tehran