小確幸

we're each other's questions, aren't we?

[oldjewelryfeed]

bug jewelry

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"

[lamignonette]

[graculusdraws]

[pure-presence]

[lluviagf]

LIGHTPAINTING

[babydolllblogger]

the party is December 18th ୨ৎ˙⋆.˚

[inkskinned]

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too. 

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

[bakwaaas]

“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)

[text-mode]

Gustav Klimt’s ’“The Kiss” (1908) by = 。= (2009)

[hamoodmood-deactivated20250309]

In another universe I was happy

[91stcentury]

In my mind, we’re in June and our story just started. When we first started talking, and I felt like I knew you for a thousand lifetimes already. We’re standing on the promenade over the water and you wrap your entire body around mine and I go home later to a journal  with your name in cursive littered all over it. It was the same for you too; I write that I ask you what your favourite word is, and you tell me it's my name. I remember that I wouldn't shut up about how well we fit together. For the next two years you became the puzzle piece that was missing in my life. I planned everything with you, around you, for you, for a life with you. Can you really blame me for dreaming that you’re still in my kitchen making me egg fried rice, and nothing bad has ever happened to us? 

January comes and all I have left is this ache in my chest where you used to lay your head. Will you send me your birthday wishes at least? Or tell me that you remember on my 19th, once everyone’s left, and we lay there on my confetti-covered floor? The pink glow from my Ikea lamp illuminated the side of your cheek, your jaw, your nose, your lips just right, and I kissed you where the light hit. Now, l see your face in camera flashes in the back of my eyes. Now, I’m turning 21 without you, the lamp broken in my living room. Now, our photobooth prints remain hidden at the bottom of my sock drawer. Every so often, my fingers graze the laminate and I wonder if you still have the other copy in a box on your desk, with the first handwritten letter you’ve ever received from a girl who loved you. 

I loved you. I love you now. I will love you in the future; there’s a portion of my heart that will always belong to you and your calloused hands. You have my love forever in all its forms, in all its tenses, in all its painful ways. 

Signed, your forever girl.  

[twoweeks]

https://www.instagram.com/p/CEtS3n3p2sc

[itszonez]

CHAPPELL ROAN paying homage to DIVINE | Kentuckiana Pride (2024)

[91stcentury]

you’re the stains all over my sheets

you’re the ghost haunting the corners of every street

we don’t have a montauk, is there somewhere else we can meet? 

i made you hard, but did i ever make you weak? 

we knew it was ending, so we gave each other two weeks 

theres so much i want to tell you, but i only ever do in my dreams 

where i lay myself bare just to prove that i feel

i’ll cut myself open again and again just to prove that we were real 

i remember, therefore i grieve; i love, therefore i bleed 

so blame it on the art, blame it all on me

there is not enough dirt on this fucking earth to bury my grief

how can i deal with losing you when i still miss you in the in-betweens?

[llovinghome]

[uredrunk]

[minimiffy]

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