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random things 📷

[annrequited]

I don't cry anymore 😊

I just miss you and I let myself miss you.

I'll do it until it no longer makes my heart heavy and sad.

A | July 21 2024

[lostdeadpoets]

“What is love?”

“Love is consideration. It's understanding way beyond what words might be able to convey. It's a conscious choice to hold, to respect, to admire, to protect and to turn back, like Orpheus did for Eurydice.

Love is peace, the feeling of freedom that you get to be anything that you want to be, and it's acceptance that your person would love you just the way you are.

Love is security that you feel in someone's presence that everything is safe— your heart, your secrets, your thoughts, your soul. and it’s the assurance that your shortcomings would always be looked at with the perspective to help you grow from and your trauma to heal from.”

[anxietyproblem]

[fromhersoul]

[thetypewriterdaily]

instagram

[poemsporn]

“darling, first it hurts you. then it changes you.”

— @liveinthedetails

[poemsporn]

you are not for everyone, darling. and everyone is not for you.

@liveinthedetails (via poemsporn)

[night-train-to-the-stars-deacti]

Never thought you’d see the galaxy you’re looking for in someone else’s eyes when I’ve got the whole universe in mine.

//r.c. nighttraintothestars, ig (via night-train-to-the-stars)

[jericosilvers]

[wordsmaketheheartgrowfonder]

[jericosilvers]

[theprocast]

“How would you describe the color red to a color blind person?” “It’s the heat in your cheeks when you think about the person you love, the slow burn of alcohol running down your throat. It’s that loud crash of fireworks, the rasp of fur spiking the wrong way, the feeling of skin rubbed raw against cloth. It’s the quick step of a drummer’s double pedal on the bass drum, that guitar lick you heard and can’t quite remember. The sultry sound of a woman’s laugh in your ear, the sticky gooey thrum of a Ferrari’s engine. It’s abrasive and brash and altogether too much, but sometimes it’s the essence of life itself.”

s.a., of angles and colors (via theprocast)

[jericosilvers]

[retaliative]

hey hey hey new poetry!

[poemsporn]

I want love that is soft but made of fire.

Shatara Liora (via poemsporn)

[jericosilvers]

[isayness]

I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.

(via isayness)