❝ ❞

kiss your knuckles and still your hands

[poetry-is-an-atmosphere]

“What is there to say? You know how much I have loved you.”

— Zelda Fitzgerald, “Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald,” February 1935 (via words-and-coffee)

[rohie-deactivated20191102]

I’m no longer interested in pain. it doesn’t inspire me, it doesn’t motivate me, I don’t think it’s a beautiful thing. I’ve spent too long making suffering a part of my personality

[inblueshadows]

how do I stop my sadness from robbing me of the man I love

[introvertfashion]

[geminiislutt-deactivated2022073]

God knows I want this man for a lifetime

[yaryorh]

[tanricaimera]

[alittleheartandruh]

And I hope if ever I am worthy of jannah, that you are too. Because nights like these- nights when I am all ache and all missing, there is nothing I want more than you and silence and endless time.

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“All those nights looking up at the sky, wanting to be there Away from the grief of being here”

— Charles Wright, from “To Giacomo Leopardi in the Sky,” The Other Side of the River (Random House, 1984)

[y0itskameron]

[gpointe]

[sickpage]

[imoutsidelookingin]

[mare-di-nessuno]

[aww-so-pretty]

This cat loves to travel

[triggered-warning-deactivated20]

I love these shoes.

[mm095]