Iliadies

Half decent writer • chronically lonely

[dried-roses-old-leters-deactiva]

Hey (with the intentions of)

[aseaofquotes]

Simone de Beauvoir, Hard Times

[paper-fairy]

“She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.”

— Juliet Marillier, Wildwood Dancing 

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Hand-holding

The purest form of human connection.

tiny hands in big hands

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding

platonic hand-holding

running their thumb over the other’s hand

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement

holding hands across the table

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

possessive hand-holding

linking hands together during sex

grabbing hand to show them something

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers

pressing the other’s hand against their cheek

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

holding hands under the table

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

holding hands while driving

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

secretly holding hands under the table

holding onto the other’s hand so they can’t run away

making a heart with their hands and then linking them together

taking the other’s hand to look for injuries

holding hands to calm each other down

Hugs|Kisses|Touching

[iliadies]

I can’t help writing love letters to people who have long since stopped thinking of me. I bear all our memories in my bones, alone.

[iliadies]

Surrounded by people talking, laughing, loving in a language I don’t speak. The only words I know are the ones that shriek through my bones echoing the void’s promise: “it will only ever be you and I”.

[latibule-e-deactivated20231012]

— Nelly Sachs, from “The Seeker.”

[ab-initioo]

- rebecca solnit

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"I crave the most innocent parts of a relationship. Like holding hands, forehead kisses and being able to tell someone how much I adore them."

[mayonezli]

[poetic--elixir]

the romantic urge to hold their hands and never let go.

[surqrised]

“You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[nervedeep]

Sorry I can’t hangout tonight I’m due to descend into madness

[iliadies]

Half of the sky rolls with inky blue clouds. Lightning rips across it, bringing moments of light to the swirling turmoil. The other, where the sun lies, is radiant as she. Serene gobs of fluffy white cotton capture the golden rays and streak colors across the horizon. I would paint it, I long to do so. Place her with angel wings basking upon those peaceful clouds, untouchable by the distant darkness. But I do not trust my hands, incapable things, to do such beauty justice. Neither her’s or the sky’s.

[iliadies]

Take comfort in the stranger you fill your night with.

Nibble at gratification like a biscuit you must make last a year.

It will not satiate your hunger.

That cavernous pit in your stomach that echoes and roars:

“No! This is not what we crave.”

But void,

We cannot have what we starve for.

Eat the crumbs, pretend it is a feast.

It is all the table is set with.

[lilliacae]

one of my favorite lines.

[loumargi]

Modesty Antonio Corradini, 1752