From all the seas I could have sailed, I shipwrecked here, on the shore of you. And the aching truth of it? I would do it all again; I’d choose the undertow, the ink-black currents and starless depths, this gorgeous wreckage of longing. (For you.)
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From all the seas I could have sailed, I shipwrecked here, on the shore of you. And the aching truth of it? I would do it all again; I’d choose the undertow, the ink-black currents and starless depths, this gorgeous wreckage of longing. (For you.)
I am mapping the distance between wanting and having: the space where your shoulder blade curves like a coast, the meridian of your spine. I am always travelling in dreams, where I hold you near. If my longing for you were a country, I would be its queen, ruling over landscapes of almost and near-miss; every border drawn by the places we’ve been, every river named after your kiss.
i could find constellations on your skin and trace your fragility in a tumbling line back to your core, as all roads lead to you!
— Christa Wolf, from "Medea," originally published c. 1996 (tr. by John Cullen) (via lunamonchtuna)
Lord, I confess I want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe.
Like everyone else, I want a storm I can dance in.
I want an excuse to change my life.
I hate how much I crave you — not just your body, but the sound of your breath when I kiss the curve of your shoulder. You exhale like a confession. Like a prayer. And I am no god, but I always answer.
"How cruel to be touched by want, but never held by love."
Your voice, cracked and breathless, begging me not to stop — it wasn’t just lust. It was relief. Like my touch reminded you, you were still alive. And baby, every time you came undone, so did I.
i’m fixing myself because i understand that sometimes i am the problem, too.
can’t wait to be choked by a hand that has our wedding ring on :)
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
How do you heal when the damage feels like home?
"for you, i would" is such a gentle n sweet love language like no maybe i wouldn't usually do this but i would love to do it if it would make you happy.
I miss you in quiet ways—in skipped songs, in sunsets that don’t feel right, in jokes, I can't tell anyone else.
For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.
My love for peaches is on another level !