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[old-school-romantics]

John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

[pink-heart-writes]

and i really hope, deep down, you find my page, realize it's me and read through it. only so you can see, and maybe feel, the heartache you left me to deal with. since i will never show you what truly lives in my head.

- dee

[jamespotterbbg]

for the hell of it (for the plot). a poem.

i see your ghost everywhere I go an empty seat in the back of my car missing from your spot on the couch in my house in my heart i see you fade in and out of being flicker in my eyes, taunting me sometimes I pretend you're there i smile toward the seat in the back of my car but it always fades because there's little to smile at when you're no more than a ghost a flickering memory and an ache in my heart -k.c.

and as requested, tagging @wistfulenchantress , @gardenofrunar , @justyourlocaldisaster

[secrets-i-whisper-to-the-moon]

[chloesentries]

losses

never again am i going to lose my mind over someone who was okay with losing me

[peaceishim]

What do you think of love?

Honestly, I see and find love everywhere

When i go out to the market and i find husbands waiting patiently outside the stores, happily scrolling away on their phones, just to be there for their wives.It's in the simple act of preparing coffee for themselves, and then as they take out the cup from the shelf, they pick out a second cup, a third cup for their loved ones as well,and in the first call made after a tense hospital visit, that desperate need to connect with someone who truly matters and in the way worries melt away when partners embrace after a long day.It's in the late-night preparations of a meal, solely motivated by the hunger of a beloved, it's in the quiet longing to hear their voice, to share the details of your day. It's in the sacrifices made without a second thought, putting their needs before your own. It's in the way the world fades to the background when a loved one smiles,their eyes brightening at the mere sight of you.When every poem and every story revolves around them, and you find yourself doing things you've never done before simply because now you are in love. When you pick a flower from the garden because you know someone special adores flowers.

I long to experience this kind of love.

(P.S: Thanks, whoever asked the question.)

[0nelinerwordplay]

Life is like a box of chocolates. You're either lactose intolerant or end up with diabetes.

[multasuntcausaebibendi]

you're still my universe's centre our memories an imaginary space i like to enter will this last for centuries? or only in my reveries?

-multasuntcausaebibendi (poem: 'centuries')

[thegoodmorningman]

I'll never stop looking for a Good Morning!!!

[moon-stone1-1]

WHO IS THE ONE?

[chand-ki-priyatama]

The problem is we're looking for someone to grow old together while the secret is finding someone to remain kid with....

Someone who brings out the inner child in us....

Someone who breaks the walls which we have built around our hearts...

Someone who makes us believe that it's not necessary that we are always the one who love but never the loved...

Someone who can be our muse....

Someone who feels like a warm hug after a chilly night....

Someone who is like the moon....

-K.Y 💗

[pink-heart-writes]

i keep re-reading our messages, specifically the ones where you end it. not because i am a masochist and love to feel that stabbing pain all over again, but because i have to so i can remind myself you are not the one. as badly as i wanted you to be. you said i made you feel cornered but i simply just wanted your attention, the one thing i should not have begged for. i understand i may had need a little more reassurance but you had to understand my heart has been torn to pieces before by the same ones who "loved" me. i keep going back to the pages from two and a half months ago to remind myself you are not the love of my life. because the love of my life would not give up on me. the one who is meant for me would reassure me and make time for me without having to ask. the love of my life would talk to me gently even when he disagrees. and i just realized... you did not. as much as we told each other we were in this forever, we were not. you are an amazing guy, you just were not for me.

- dee (not who i thought)

[wedarkacademia]

Andrea Gibson

[secrets-i-whisper-to-the-moon]

“Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!” ― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

[halles-comet]

This line about how even the other gay people you find annoying or sell outs or who live their life in the exact opposite way you do are still part of the tribe was written in 1977 but should be plastered on the internet today

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from i mother it the absence of her, iii. i am not a person that can be loved for a very long time excerpt from moony moonless sky.