Love

Like you need your next breath.

[half-a-corpse-half-a-poet]

– Abdulsamad S. M.

[feral-ballad]

Susan Abulhawa, from Against the Loveless World: A Novel

[Text ID: “I wanted to be chosen, maybe loved. I wanted out of my life, out of my skin,”]

[butterflybi-deactivated20220418]

i love it when people are obsessed with their wives. it’s like yeah that’s literally what you’re supposed to do

[panteneprovcommercial]

I've Endured, Now What?

Blue Iris - Mary Oliver / So This Is All I Will Ever Be? - Fatima Aamer Bilal / Vive, Vive - Traci Brimhall

[thesunnahthebetter]

"I think of how gentle we are with our children, with each other's children. How, in the middle of a conversation, without having to look, our hand reflexively reaches out and folds over the sharp corner of the coffee table as a baby crawls past. How do you protect your child from a missile aimed at your house?"

— Mariam Tareen, @ thewritingroom.co on insta

[feral-ballad]

Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

[schwierigephase]

“I pray you’re written for me.”

— (via satanshayatim)

[thepersonalquotes]

“i wanna do this with you” A LOVE LANGUAGE

[dreamsarenot-enough]

And only with you.

[rueyam]

the first purpose of being lovers is that you can find peace within each other. when you look at someone, you just calm down. like „finally i‘m in a safe place, finally this is a place where i‘ll be dignified, i won’t be humiliated, i won’t be reminded of past mistakes, i‘m completely at ease.“

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Virginia Woolf

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"Come home to me" kind of love

[poetryofmuses]

"you're my home" kind of love

[thvmuse]

Fictional men who have the "it's ok to murder but it's never ok to disrespect your wife" energy >>>>

[tuhaimera]

I promised you a forever. a forever friendship, forever love, forever connection. a forever in the most minute possible way. yet, here I am blocking you and moving on as much as I can. holding on to you hurt me more than letting go. I thought I could do it. be friends but dear god did I ever lie. your pictures and texts will forever stay with me. I hope you can love again and learn to let it all go. because baby I don’t know if I’ll ever let myself love another the way I almost loved you. the way I almost loved you.

- broken heart

[tuhaimera]

sometimes it’s not about sex. it’s what leads up to it. the sensual touches, subtle looks, the light touches as you pass by. the eye contact and grazing of your eyes on each other. it’s the foreplay, the breathe hitching and colliding against each other. it’s not about sex but what it entails. that you make me feel alive, the fire you light only seeks you. it’s about the after care, the sweet kisses after the high. the cuddling, the soft touching, the laughter and giggles. it’s the before and after and the in between. cause gosh it’s all so beautiful and to have it with the right person, wouldn’t that be even better.

[metaphoricallymk]

I can’t let him read my poetry because how could I go back to being strangers with someone who has seen my soul?

-m.k. // words are windows to the soul

[jaydedbee]

“And maybe that was what real, adult love was. Being fearless enough to hold each other close no matter how catastrophic the world became. Loving each other with enough ferocity to quell the fears of the past. Just fucking being there.””

—

Tia Williams, Seven Days in June

enough said

[33sofher]