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6 years (2015)

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“I like the weight of you on my body.”

—My soul is hard on the mind, the way it merges the senses into one. My wrists are frail, but I carry my pain into the desert, without stopping (I caught a sidelong glimpse of my imposter syndrome). I reach back and grab my own jagged spine, it looks like it belongs to a book that’s been opened too many times- left sprawled. When you found me, my mouth was so dry it stuck to itself like velcro, and you asked me if you could do anything to help. I THREW YOU DOWN ON THE DUNES AND KICKED SAND IN YOUR EYES- I didn’t know kindness could feel not like spit on the face. I took every smile anyone had ever given me as sarcasm, and I would have eaten the side of my own arm, before I’d admit that I was human. I honestly don’t know what I did before you; don’t know how I didn’t scream myself into hysterics, delirium. Don’t know how I lived before I had your soft hands on my face, my hot tears cooling between your fingers- the way your mouth on mine ACHES LIKE BROWN SUGAR WHERE THE WASP WING MEETS THE THORAX.

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Michelle Hodkin, The Evolution of Mara Dyer

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light /līt/noun1. the delicate way in which your lips curl upwards; and the crinkles around your eyes which cannot help but to grin in sheer, genuine joy; and your hair frames your face, cascading down your shoulders to kiss your skin; and the whole of the sky is trapped in two irises, the bottom of the sea confined in two pupils. 2. a genuine love that illuminates so brightly that some cannot bear to look in its direction, but those who do will feel its warmth wrap around them in the fondest embrace.

see also: whitney // @spellberry (cc, 2017)

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to my piece of peace,

this is cheesy. really cheesy. but i hope it brightens up your day. or any days that you decide to look at it. i’ll keep it short and let everything in here speak for itself and for how i feel about you.

and if i’m not next to you, guarantee i’m missing you.

your princess (leia), aera 💕

p.s, don’t mind the date of the blog. i couldn’t think of a good url so i used the date of when i first started making it instead ㅎㅎ

larmoyante

I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever” (via larmoyante)