I DON'T KNOW HOW ELSE TO REACH YOU

boy meets pretentious girl

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Isn’t longing reason enough?

Alexandra Smyth, from “Don’t Tell Me You Don’t Love,” Gravel (April 2016)

[blunder]

[nmsys]

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.

Richard Siken, You Are Jeff (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I love you more than I could have ever imagined to love.”

— Kostas Karyotakis, from a letter to Maria Polydouri written c. April 1921

[larmoyante]

If you love somebody they turn into a God. But you can’t control what kind of God they turn into.

Emery Allen, Holy Things in This World (via larmoyante)

[u-s-a]

[larmoyante]

I’m kissing you now — across The gap of a thousand years.

Marina Tsvetaeva, Selected Poetry (via larmoyante)

[timbllr]

[holyletters]

Dear Moon:

Use my lungs. They are useless to me. For I am drowning. I've sunken so many ships, battered so many shores, but before the moon, I fall short. Night after night. I spoke to the doctor and I was advised to apply pressure to the wound. Wrap in my arms and hold your sternum and chest in. If your heart explodes it'll take us both. It's been said that being in love is a lot like dying, so if we go a bit sooner to our little corner of the universe it'll be worth it. I hear Pluto looks amazing this time of year. I've been listening to the song you mentioned in your last correspondence on repeat, and the day sounds have been replaced with the sounds of the night. There is no gentle way for the ocean to ache, to long for the moon. Aching comes in high crests and deep troughs... Aching comes in crashing. I know you're always with me, but there's a need to see your face. To taste your skin. To kiss places only we know about. I don't know how to contain my hunger when mine is a cup overflowing in my hands. Spilling everywhere. I'm a mess without you. A complete mess, and I long for your hands to hold me. And your lips to whisper your secrets.

song rec: Hold Me by The Sweeplings art rec: https://artsandculture.google.com/asset/seascape-near-les-saintes-maries-de-la-mer/PwEMTV_jnF628A

I love you way, way beyond infinity, Ocean. MONDAY MARCH 19, 2018

[girlinlondon]

[acompletelife]

[holyletters]

i love that. how the sun doesn’t mind how everyone is mesmerized by her beauty even though it’s part of his light. and even though this might sound cliche, but the night sky full of stars is my significant other. i’m so fascinated by them, how distant and beautiful they are. how small they make me feel when i try to reach up to them. they’re like little tragedies in the night sky. and i find beauty in tragedy. in their little traveling lights stuck in time. the way their sadness is immortal.

the stars and their little tragedies seem like people from where i’m standing. all that we love, and all that we lost and also a reminder that we’re all going to end up there one day; together. maybe a sky full of stars is where lovers truly unite. maybe it’s home- love is immortal just as sadness is. the sun is also a star, dear- dying for us every night. he is there, and i here in my wretched loneliness waiting for my own destruction; please let there be a day when i crash into the ocean instead of the sun. dear sun, thank you for everything, but it’s your time to shine. i must go and end with my lover’s kiss. 

[rain--harder]

[zoeraephoto]

[holyletters]

i find it beautiful how you talk about the ocean. whenever i see dark grey seas or bodies of water that have swallowed pain or sadness or loneliness, my heart breaks with the waves. wave after wave.

thank you. and the ocean is always beautiful, in every way. but for me the beauty or significance of it is in how he swallows the sun every night to keep the moon shining. how he tethers himself to the moon. how ever she needs him; to be her strength, or to be her softness, or anything else. here the ocean is my s.o. ; it is a name i call him.

[eroticmoss]