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musée du louvre, parís - 2014
(pictures are mine - auriblue)
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Grief is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go
— Jamie Anderson
i wasn’t made for hookup culture. i was made for the type of devotion that makes my heart ache because i can’t believe it’s real. i was made for soul-crushing, mind-bending, time-crossing eternity. i was made for you.
They aren't you.
Is there anything left to say?
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
Sometimes you think that you want to disappear but all you really want is to be found.
Lovers in a Garden by Edward Burne-Jones, 1861
Danaë and Perseus Saved by the Fishermen (detail)
Fresco from Pompei. dating from the 1st century AD. found in the House of the Greek Epigrams in Pompeii, cm. Dim. 67x63 cm, Museo Archeologico Nazionale, Naples
The scene is part of the Greek myth where Danaë and her infant son were cast into the sea in a chest by her father, King Acrisius, who feared a prophecy that his grandson would kill him.
Marisa Walz, from her book titled "Good Intentions," originally published in February 2026
I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.
Why do I choose people who don’t choose me?
k.b. // olga myko - use me
Juansen Dizon, i am the architect of my own destruction
Somedays I want to pull my heart out of my chest just so I can stop feeling this way.
Those long stretches of time between waiting for something to happen are unbearable. It’s almost pathetic how desperate I am for human interaction.