Ethereal, almost ghostly

"I am someone who thinks and feels much – more than is reasonable. And that is all. "♀️ Whimsy☁️

[apartmentstore-deactivated20260]

from Sorting by Joanna Klink

[hellagross]

[duallpa]

Put him in on his knees, not tryna tease Oops, they did it again like Britney, that's how it is That's all I know, not like anyone you met before me Keep it in the dark, keep secrets between you and I You know I'm a star, don't fly too close to me, you'll fall

SHE DID IT AGAIN ft. Zara Larsson

[unearthedviews]

USA, Nevada, 1977. Wild horses.

[astriloquum]

[remanence-of-love]

[iconsrainbow]

jenna ortega icons

if u save like or reblog pls

[nc1982-2]

[princesspierpaolo]

wuthering heights (2011) dir. andrea arnold

[bloodwithoutflesh]

Fiona Apple performing in 1996

[feral-ballad]

I want you so ordinary. I want you so sticky. Not like honey or strawberry bubble gum or the thin cloud of joy that dries on my stomach & lips. I said sticky. I want the sigh you make when sleep is near, so close to your eyelids you smile & make a breezy sound that is only yours as you step into a dream where you fly & ride dragons. I am the dragon, not the Last Dragon, but the one to whom you’ll surrender your divinity. Lay your cheek against my scaly wings. I want you plain. I want you bragging. I want you naked as a tongue without a word. I want you laughing. I want you joy. I want you wonder & wonderful. The hips on every guitar. Copper tambourines scoring your laughter. Don’t ever learn how to stop laughing. Laugh when you shouldn’t. I like that laughing best. I want you miracle. I want you possible & foolish. What can’t the heart love back & rough so rough the muscles in us let go & let you come into you. I want you tickled. I want you shaking your head like you can’t believe this shit. I want you dancing. Any kind of dance that takes you over our ceiling of stars, over the commandment of my mouth, over the blackening backs of mountains that have pushed through the wide earth & ocean to see you sailing by. I want you floating & swimming & finding yourself so thrilled you pinch yourself, touch yourself until you’re screaming your own name because you believe, like I believe, your name is perfect. I want you rich like chocolate with chocolate & chocolate & then some more sugar. I want you sweet like two babies with two puppies with two kittens with two chocolate ice cream cones drooling down their cheeks. That’s sweet, right? Even when those hard nights & days crawl under the hidden veil I have made for you, even as your wings & bones promise you pain & grief, remember what we know. Remember what I’ve told you. I want you drowning in paradise, whatever you remember from the place we went to that one time.

Rachel Eliza Griffiths, from Seeing the Body: Poems; “Paradise”

[0deadly-nightshade]

He is light.The warmest place I've ever been to.His sun kisses me ,his flower bed embraces my body ,his breeze soothes my aching chest.The only place where I'm known and welcomed

[slut4margiela]

[auroralaluna-deactivated2025041]

The art of living slowly

[weltenwellen]

It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.

[weltenwellen]

when Florence Welsh said "What a thing to admit that when someone looks at me with real love I don't like it very much / Kinda makes me feel like I'm being crushed"

[weltenwellen]

Sense8

[mournfulroses]

Else Fitzgerald, from "Everything Feels Like the End of The World," publ. in 2022

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Mary Kate Teske