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@drowninnnng
wow, perspective.
being individuals together is so intimate. let’s read different books but curled up next to each other, let’s visit a coffee shop so you can study and i can write, let’s just be near each other
did you really let them ruin that for you?
when i was younger i worked on a farm for 3 years. during late july and august we would have unfettered access to the strawberry plots. they were all warm and ripe and fresh. i think i ate a pound of dirt back then. i think i picked enough seeds out of my teeth to build a temple. the summer hours are long; i'd come home with the bruising stain of juice running in a seam along my cheeks and fingers and jaw.
why didn't you protect your precious things from other people? you knew this could happen.
i can't eat strawberries from the store anymore, they don't taste right. something about the florescent lights and the chill of them and the way they are absent from the vine. they feel bleached and bland, a wasted party dress. i watch other people eat strawberries and miss enjoying them. none of the store-bought strawberries will have mold or bugs, okay. they will be big and bright red and perfectly shaped. but they are not the ugly and real strawberries of my summer, awarded by the soil and the hot sun up ahead and hours spent crouched, plucking.
i didn't mean to let it get ruined. i wish it hadn't been. i miss having it. but i came back to it afterward and it just wasn't the same as it had been. i know love is never wasted. but it feels like - love did this. it's not that i never loved it, you know? it's that i did.
❝ I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we. ❞
— Nikita Gill
“It has made me better, loving you.”
— Henry James / The Portrait of a Lady (via bnmxfld)
Not just made in His image but also in His likeness, to be like Him.
mentally i am living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the woods of oregon and it’s foggy and i am wearing a big sweater and baking banana bread
“Touch me with words, and I shall come apart in your hands.”
— Noor Shirazie
Intimacy is about safety. The peace you feel in someone’s presence. The ease in their voice when you disagree. Someone’s attentiveness when you are struggling. Their language when they speak about you, someone’s curiosity to learn you and the surrender when it comes to you.
“you have nice eyes” thanks your kids can have them too
Alex Light
And what kind of love is more beautiful than praying for someone?
nothing more attractive than calm men who can bring you comfort
mary oliver, red bird
- Emily Dickinson