I Write Sometimes

[soft-lovely]

the art of book covers

[escapismsworld]

The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.

- Carl Sandburg

[shisasan]

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[ID: February 1. Nothing, merely tired. END ID]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

The room will explode when I sit at the side of your bed and you talk to me. I don’t hear your words: your voice reverberates against my body like another kind of caress, another kind of penetration. I have no power over your voice. It comes straight from you into me. I could stuff my ears and it would find its way into my blood and make it rise.

— Anaïs Nin on Henry Miller

[learnelle]

As much as I love studying Psychology, my intrusive thoughts are telling me to learn Italian & then study art history in Florence instead. I love this city so much~

[ivytea]

wandering wind-up bird

[joytri]

godforsaken mess

[poetry-siir]

[denim-poet]

portrait of a poet w/ black wall + cigarette on a ledge

[lesbianrosedewittbukater]

luna: i slipped a little note into your bag to tell you that i love you

ginny: luna, this is a ten-page letter

[optimixm]

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[voiceofcolor]

[butch-archetype]

Lingering touches

Eyes lock

This dance we do Together

Always feeling

Never seeing the truth

The truth of

Her

A presence like no other

She fills my senses

And I am gone

Butch-archetype