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i long for something that is safe and warm
You can love someone through the dark, but you can’t carry their torch and their willingness to walk. You can point to a mirror, but they have to look. So here’s the truth: you’re not giving up on them. You’re giving back the parts of them that were never yours to carry.
“How sad that everything has to change, yet what a relief, too”
— John Ashbery, from “Words to That Effect”, Quick Question: Poems (via soracities)
They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
it is what it is [bawling my eyes out]
Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.
“You cannot make someone understand a message they are not ready to receive.”
— Unknown
*forehead kisses* *tummy kisses* *nose kisses* *neck kisses* *french kisses* *soft kisses* *cheek kisses* *thigh kisses* *kisses* *kisses* *kisses*
Charles Wright, “Body and Soul II”, A Short History of the Shadow: Poems
[Text ID: “April, and anything’s possible.”]
Not to flirt but I would make you food in the middle of the night if you ask me to.
Find a lover who says “I see your trauma, and I know you are so much more than your experiences.” That kind of love and support that helps you heal, grow, thrive.
You're not grown until you know how to communicate, apologize, be truthful and accept accountability without blaming someone else.
the moment you start to wonder if you deserve better, you do
“Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else.”
— Sade Andria Zabala, War Songs