love like kudzu

[honeymullets]

[anthracoceros]

[girlsglittergloss]

[anxietyfroggo]

Let's bring back romanticism, I'm tired of trying to be rational, we are all dumb and we all want love.

[samsketchbook]

commission for @marberrie, based on Laura Gilpin’s poem “Two-Headed Calf”

[inkskinned]

Okay. Come on, then. I love you, get up, we are going to keep going. Repeat this to yourself in a mirror or in a whisper or in the shower or in a shout. I love you, get up, keep going.

I am tired too. It's okay. We will sleep in the car ride over. We will sleep on each other's shoulders. We will sleep upside down and in the laps of new friends and on the bellies of our lovers and in the hands of better tomorrows. We will sleep and we will wake up rested and we will wake up happy and we will wake up home again.

I love you, get up. It's time to write "maybe next time" on our gravesite. It's time to write: it could not kill me, I would not die. It's time to write a love letter to the sun and our one-act play and the history of our keychains. It is time to write a future where despite everything, we are finally warm and safe.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Get up. Keep going. We are going to be okay.

[firstfullmoon]

Emilie Buchwald, “My Mother’s Music”

[minuty]

“I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.”

—

[soracities]

Walt Whitman, “From Pent-Up Aching Rivers”, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “I love you, O you entirely possess me, O that you and I escape from the rest and go utterly off, free and lawless,”]

[oozins]

[oozins]

hometown 

[theoptia]

Simone Weil, from Gravity and Grace; “Detachment”

Text ID: Love is not consolation, it is light.

[seaoflove]

richard siken, from “the language of the birds”

[ikhorveined]

“people talk a lot about home and what it means, and the way i see it there are millions upon millions of right answers to that question” – K.H. on IG

[weltenwellen]

Ada Limón, from “The Great Blue Heron Of Dunbar Road”, Bright Dead Things

[julienbakerfavormp3-deactivated]

Himani Bannerji

[primulaceas]

Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana c. December 1949 (translated by Velma García-Gorena)