i think humans are meant to lay in bed with the love of their life all winter.
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i think humans are meant to lay in bed with the love of their life all winter.
seeking, yearning, reaching hands
Ive been employing the east coast version of "let go of what does not serve you" which is something like "well whats this shit doing for me anyway"
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage
“Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.”
—Nikita Gill
“a lover that doesn’t see your flaws as flaws but sees them as opportunities for growth, a lover that doesn’t let your low phases and less graceful moments tint the lens they see you from, a lover that sees you beyond your potential and the gold you possess now, a lover like this.”
— iambrillyant
“your wounded inner child has valid reasons for the pain they feel, but your wounded inner child also doesn’t deserve control over your decisions and narrative as an adult.”
— iambrillyant
“Which memories will we take with us? The swimming lyricism of paintings, a last breath of a stanza, the mute kiss of a lover? And there is nothing compared to this: lying awake under the truth of you, the wide eyed sleeplessness of lost dreams.”
— Jill Battson, from “A Goodbye Poem,” Canadian Poetry Online
Here is the life you have tried to throw away. Here is your second chance. Here is the destiny you have tried to shake off by inventing a hundred false roles, a hundred false identities for yourself. It will look at first like disaster, but is really good fortune in disguise, since fate too knows how to follow your evasions through a hundred forms of its own. Now you will become at last the one you intended to be.
—David Malouf, An Imaginary Life
July haze, Maine, 2022
So she changed and turned, and was metamorphosed by the light and caressing heat into a spool of silk. Every movement she made from that moment on, even the carrying of her valise, was softened and pleasurable.
—Anais Nin, Seduction of the Minotaur
“A total break with everything I had known. A bare simplicity. A wooden ranch house, trees, a river. That was all. I felt drawn to it.”
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“But some day, promise me, you will write out of yourself, and not get inside of others’ skins, with your own eloquence and color and rhythm.”
— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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