[the-cinder-fields]

Erwin Rudolf Weiss, The Kiss, 1898

[olivermarys]

Anna Akhmatova, The Road is Black

[weltenwellen]

Octavio Paz, tr. by Eliot Weinberger, from “Sunstone”, The Poems of Octavio Paz

[heavensghost]

WHAT IS LOVE IF NOT THE SHARING OF SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL?

[captivekinqs]

love as religion / religion as love for amanda @dangersday

church - fall out boy | eternal idol - rodin | heaven help us (unholyverse) - bexless @ao3 | heaven help us - my chemical romance | millions - gerard way | fleabag | letter to fanny brawne, 13 oct 1819 - keats | sweeney - anne sexton | the canonization - donne | david and jonathan stained glass window at st. mark’s portobello (detail) | video games - lana del rey | turning point (unholyverse) - bexless @ao3 | 1 john 4:8 (esv)

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_by Graham dean

[propertiesofjoy]

endearments in letters to véra

[coeurise]

[feral-ballad]

“I loved you before I was born. It doesn’t make sense, I know. I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see. And I’ve lived longing for your every look ever since. That longing entered time as this body. And the longing grew as this body waxed. And the longing grows as this body wanes. That longing will outlive this body. I loved you before I was born. It makes no sense, I know. Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes. And I’ve been lonely for you from that instant. That loneliness appeared on earth as this body. And my share of time has been nothing but your name outrunning my ever saying it clearly. Your face fleeing my ever kissing it firmly once on the mouth. In longing, I am most myself, rapt, my lamp mortal, my light hidden and singing. I give you my blank heart. Please write on it what you wish.”

— Li-Young Lee, from The Undressing: Poems; “I loved you before I was born”

[desertislandcomics]

Love conquers all (or at least it’s better than the alternative) by John Broadley

[redcorset]

you complete me moodboard

[anthropologyofwater-deactivated]

when benjamin alire sáenz wrote “you’ve always seen me. and i think that’s all that anyone wants… seeing someone. really seeing someone. that’s love.”

[soracities]

“I’m walking out now into the soft light, the cooling hum of evening, and I will love you tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and still many more, so many more tomorrows.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra, Letters to Véra (ed. Brian Boyd & trans. Olga Voronin)

[soracities]

Paul Eluard, “Dominique Present Today”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)

[Text ID: “It was from the time I met you that I said yes to the world”]

[firstfullmoon]

christopher citro, “our beautiful life when it’s filled with shrieks” / @inkskinned‘s poem about love between women

[6thlovelanguage-deactivated2020]

nina lacour, everything leads to you

[loversinarush]

frank ocean ft. tyler the creator, golden girl

[suiyobish]

Kendrick Lamar, Opposites Attract (Tomorrow W/O her)

[foundatlonsofdecay]

jonathan d. spence, the death of woman wang

[papenathys]

banana yoshimoto, kitchen

[beguines]

Yes, there is a place / where someone loves you both before / and after they learn what you are.

Neil Hilborn, "Lake", The Future

[perrfectly]

“You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.”

— Amie Kaufman (via perrfectly)