Words, Words, Words

[anoteworthyaesthetic]

A Letter to My Future Lover

Have patience. Please,

Have patience with me.

Have patience and know that I fear

Even the intimacy of those I hold dear.

.

You see, I know

Resting your hand on mine

Or knocking your leg against my thigh

Does not equate to the handshake

I gave you when first we met.

And yet,

Your touch is sacred to me.

.

There is nothing more intimate

Then potential touches spent

Through years of afternoon walks

And evening talks.

.

I ache to hold your hands in mine

That I might memorize

The wrinkles and cracks

That map the path of your past.

When I lose track of some grand design,

I’ll focus on the calluses of your palm,

And, suddenly, know calm.

[anoteworthyaesthetic]

Song: to Celia [“Drink To Me Only With Thine Eyes”] by: Ben Jonson

Drink to me only with thine eyes,

And I will pledge thee mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I’ll not look for wine,

The thirst that from the soul doth rise

Doth ask a drink divine;

But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,

I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,

Not so much honoring thee

As giving it hope that there

It could not withered be.

But thou dist only breathe,

And sent’st it back to me;

Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,

Not of itself, but thee.

[floralls]

Gresgarth Hall by  sarah longworth

[klassicstudent]

Academic pirates

ig: klassicstudent

[juneacademia]

I feel too much.

My heart is always brimming just like my eyes and I ache. I ache to be adored and admired and loved deeply. Because god knows I love too deeply. How do you exist when you’re always just a stepping stone for others on their path to their great love? When will I be the destination? When will someone yearn for me? I am never even a memory in someone’s mind. I’m some pale ghost that haunts my own bedroom, still loving all those that I’ve ever loved, and yet I am so loveless myself.

[juneacademia]

We could live the sweetest life together.

Existing in small European towns, picnicking under the soft stream of summer sunlight in Southern France, running through the dark, hard rains of Italy in Autumn, huddled beneath the gentle streetlights of Norway as the first snow falls, our love in full spring bloom with the tulips in Amsterdam.

I want to experience years of seasons with you.

[newmoongoddess-deactivated20160]

stargazing, the smell of earth after it rains, misty mornings by the sea, earl grey tea, lavender, the smell of old books, charcoal drawings, braids, long conversations late at night, quiet afternoons spent listening to music, baking, owls, winter, open windows, getting so absorbed in a book you forget the world exists, snow globes, watching milk swirl into coffee, getting up early to watch the sunrise, the sound of rain on a rooftop as you try to fall asleep, keeping a journal

[hazy-october]

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[vans-drop]

Anyways, *drifts into imagination*

[088ki]

[43/100] I got myself a new memo pad and I like it a lot 🐻

[podencos]

*takes too long to do anything bc I can’t stop daydreaming*

[hazy-october]

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[imossyou]

rivers

[stuhde-deactivated20251220-deac]

summer studying challenge | sunday, august 30, 2020;

what colors do you usually associate with summer?

i def. associate warm colors like yellow, orange, and pink. i also think of soft greens and blues… kind of like my study set up this afternoon!

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Bertolt Brecht, from Selected Poems: 1913-1958; “Sentimental Song No. 78,”

[seoscribbles]

the romanticism of a bookstore date,,, talking about your favorite childhood books and how they shaped who you are 🥺🥺 choosing books for the other to read 🥺🥺 stealing glances at each other occasionally while reading 🥺🥺 catching each others’ eyes and laughing for no reason 🥺🥺

[prescription-cactus]

actually nobody has to contribute anything incredible to society in order to have the right to exist