Katie

[weltenwellen]

Leila Chatti, from “Tea”

[violettes4roses]

i am her, she is me

[autumntides]

Love is not an emotion you feel. It is a relationship you maintain. Every moment, you may choose to act on a bond that exists between you and a subject of your love, or to not; you can choose to be loving or not in the same way you can choose whether to in this moment be running, or hiding, or working, or playing, or helping, or harming. When you show someone they are seen, when you treat another as an equal, when you delight in their complexity, when you include someone in your plans for the future, when you give comfort and permit yourself to accept comfort, these are love. To be loved, then, is to be seen, included, inquired, comforted, and trusted in ways which are open, persistent, and intentional.

This is why so many emotions are tangled up in love. It is a way of living among others, and life is full of emotions. It is also why it is so dangerous to be without it. To be unloved is to be categorically misunderstood, unincluded, and untrusted. That pain is real, and that pain is important.

Please take the time to love. Please practice love to and for yourself. Especially when it is difficult, especially when it seems pointless, especially when it would be easier to harm yourself in whatever creative way you can. When no one else will love you, love you.

[luthienne]

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

[blueboxbeagle]

By LabradoriteKing on Pinterest

[fuckyeahdwarffortress]

A handy guide for your Jewellers and Gem Cutters.

I accept payment in trillion-cut black diamonds.

Chop chop.

[writing-prompt-s]

Useful!

[astrophages]

this is terrifying. i love it

[sophie531896273240810891]

let me relax……………will comment later…………………..

[tchaikovskaya]

[kwermaid28]

[under-the-arch]

“I love when she exists” YES the love of her just BEING is so pure oh my gosh

[ohifonlyx33]

[souvenirglace]

#real

[rotgospels]

Leonard Cohen, The Favourite Game 

[watchoutforintellect]

“I need a father, I need a mother, I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.”

— Sylvia Plath - Taken From ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’ February, 1956

[oaluz]

Jazmine Hughes

[greenlightpaperbacks]

"Maybe we're just born to love and worry about the people we know, and to go on loving and worrying even when there are more important things we should be doing. And if that means the human species is going to die out, isn't it in a way a nice reason to die out, the nicest reason you can imagine? Because when we should have been reorganising the distribution of the world's resources and transitioning collectively to a sustainable economic model, we were worrying about sex and friendship instead. Because we loved each other too much and found each other too interesting. And I love that about humanity, and in fact it's the very reason I root for us to survive - because we are so stupid about each other."

- Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You

[peoplehood-deactivated20211003]

ON BATHING YOUR LOVER

Ilya Kaminsky, “While the Child Sleeps Sonya Undresses” / Joni Mitchell, All I Want / John Edmonds, “Men Like Us,” New York Times Style Magazine / u/expensivetill9 on Reddit / Mitski, I Will / Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe / David Hockney, Domestic Scene / Elizabeth Bishop, “The Shampoo” / Homer, The Odyssey

[soracities]

Alain de Botton, Essays in Love [transcript in ALT]

[typewriter-worries]

acknowledgments, Danez Smith

[ Text ID: and how many times have you loved me without my asking? / how often have i loved a thing because you loved it? / including me. ] 

[plumstreet]

WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please

[cielosky]

NYT Tiny Love Stories, 2/11/2020

A Bookmark Near the End

He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end. — Julia Nicole Camp 

[zephyr-of-death]

how am I supposed to stay sane after reading this smh

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

Learn to articulate how you're feeling without accusing anyone of having bad intentions. You can say "I'm afraid of being alone" without saying "you're just going to leave me like everyone else." You can say "I need some reassurance" without saying "you probably don't love me anymore." You can say "I'm afraid I've hurt your feelings and I'd like to talk it through" without saying "you don't even like me anymore." You can say "I want to spend more time with you" without saying "you've gotten tired of me." You can say "I feel misunderstood" without saying "you always judge me." Try not to let your emotions get the best of you. Have a conversation focused on finding solutions instead of escalating the conflict.