#love and longing come hand in hand

[metamorphesque]

a you-shaped hole in the universe Celia Paul, Ocean Vuong, Owen Gent, Alejandra Pizarnik (trans. Yvette Siegert), Karman Verdi, Edna St Vincent Millay

[rellasnowheenim]

Katherine Center, from Hello Stranger

[caffeineandpills]

body wants sex, heart wants love and mind wants both//

[impossible-milkshake-moon]

half of the year has passed by pretty quickly/ august burnt me with its kiss on my cheek, something swelled up in September/ September itself is swelling up waiting till it bursts into October ,/ I'll cry then, I'll cry in October/ and transform unsparingly from there on all through November and december/ it ,the transformation,might even stretch into January/ but i know I'll be reborn after that/ and I'll remain the same age endlessly / and I'll refuse growing up anymore, time .

[myheart-thewanderer]

I do still wonder if you miss me. At this point it's a nasty habit of mine.

I wake up with your name on my lips and fall asleep dreaming of being enveloped by your arms.

It's not fair that life moved on.

My mind rages against the passage of time and my body tries to keep up.

I am not even a half a century old, but my mind believes itself to be old enough to conquer all the knowledge acquired since the first man was born.

I have always been a stubborn woman and quick to fight, but lately my body has grown too tired of it.

So I rest and think of your blue eyes and wonder what they will do if they ever see me again.

I like to believe they would greet me the same as they did when we first met and you gave me that crooked smile.

I like to believe that the electricity of your touch could still break the power grids as we try to pretend that we do not need each other.

My body misses you every day it is away from yours. It craves you as if you were sent to heal me from the damage my own mind caused.

Alas, I know we are both human and we can not fix each other and I will only come back to you in my dreams.

I love you so intensely there that when I wake I must find a way to cope.

On good days, I run and play with the birds who seem to understand my want to fly with them.

On bad days, I turn to a bottle of red wine and a cigarette with a movie playing softly in the background.

Life moves on. I will be happy soon without you as you are without me.

But until then I must learn what it means to sit with the loneliness and the aches it causes.

I must learn to recognize my own face and body as it ages with my mind.

I must learn to fight for myself again and to fight for the world I have always wanted to save.

[shonayee]

Summer is slowly slipping underneath my tongue, so dreamy and yet so real. I look up at the gaps of sunlight, they're beautiful, the leaves casting golden shadows are so pretty i might cry. You're like a subtle breeze that comes on a summer evening, carrying mystic powers, swaying the pretty flowers, guiding everyone home. It's time i let go of this endless summer afternoon where everything is soaked in a rose gold glow. There's a sweet melancholy in everything i do, i can't point out why. It's just there, making me a human.

I do not have to acknowledge it. I do not have to let  you know, I was here. You must know it in your bones, like the back of your hand. They say it's in your mind but isn't everything else too, really? I do not wish for comfort, only clarity. Regardless of how stripping it could be. The agonizing truth is that memory blurs and blurs and blurs, yet it's there. It's always there, just waiting for the faintest, tiniest, slightest of provoking. Time, cuts you open and licks everything up for you. I feel like a god when i renounce useless guilt and forgive myself and everybody else. Making a cult of your own suffering is a fool's pursuit of nothing but doom. I am at peace, I feel fulfilled. I'm not chasing anything, it comes to me naturally. I make tea, i listen to music, I hear the thunder and see the rain making everything greener. Everything feels intense and meaningful when you're at peace with yourself, not looking for grand gestures but simple, meaningful moments of vulnerability. The joy of all things mundane. I am taking care of myself,  Balancing connections and solitude. I read somewhere that your time is like honey. Sweet and slow to move, but forever tangible, will never rot. You seem to be transforming, cherish it.

[almea]

"But what if she isn't Ruby anymore when she comes back out?" "Maybe... that's not for us to decide."

[ineed-to-sleep]

So I've had this wip sitting in my folders for months now and decided to ressurect it to satiate the urge to draw these two again

[liquidstar]

this is not a comprehensive list

[introspectivememories]

god i know i said i was tired of making eveerything sad but just imagine timber those first few months of reconnecting and they're both drunk on tim's boat, laying on the deck staring up at the stars and bear turns over to look at tim, his eyes are sad and wet, and he reaches out to touch tim's face as if to make sure tim is really there and not an illusion and tim whispers, "bear?" and bernard smiles a little brokenly and goes, "so how long do i have you for this time?"

[mattodore]

i circle around you, a wild animal near a fire

[metamorphesque]

i'm all the people i've ever loved

loseness lines over time by olivia de recat, @i-wrotethisforme, Kaveh Akbar, Olivie Blake

[rellasnowheenim]

Rónán Hession, from “Panenka”

[caffeineandpills]

someone dies or someone gets hurt

but if one of us dies, i hope i die first

[lucasoliko]

Sillies...... will post the full thing later :3

[shonayee]

What is love to you?

Sometimes love is jagjit Singh's ghazals or reading a good book or handwritten notes or watching a comforting romcom or making a hot beverage or warm fuzzy blankets or lemonade on a sunny day or visiting your parents every now and then or being kind to people in general or meaningful gifts or smiling at strangers or singing happy birthday to your friend or a long relaxing shower or a chocolate cake or early morning walks or rain or painting your nails or valina scented candles or a holding hands or stolen glances ?

Sometimes love is just the little things you hold on to.