Daniela

puramente ella

[professionalintrovert]

Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet

[expressions-of-nature]

by dwh-

[lavidadedany]

me siento un poco más ligera.

hoy cerré todas las ventanas de mi computadora siguiendo mi lema de vida (“si no lo ocupo en un tiempo, no lo vas a ocupar luego”) y eso no solo representa aligerar mi mente por el asunto per se sino que representa soltar esa parte que se aferraba a Fede y lo que podría haber sido.

todo esto lo pienso mientras suena care for you de the marías y bueno, i cared for you but that wasn’t enough.

[exr26]

[lavidadedany]

Mis piernas tienen frío sin las tuyas alrededor

[lavidadedany]

- Los Ángeles azules como soundtrack de nuestra película -

[lavidadedany]

Amo la lejanía

Amo los viajes

Amo el amor

Amo la vida

Amo el calor

Amo la playa

Me amo libre

Me amo siendo

Me amo existiendo

Me amo en la inmensidad

Me amo en la nada

Me amo en la plenitud

Me amo loca

Me amo en la nada

Me amo

Así

Con fallas

Viva

Sonriente

Humana

[lavidadedany]

Que la vida sea tan colorida como la comida 🤍

[lavidadedany]

Loving you feels super good.

Missing you feels like hell.

[lavidadedany]

Te extraño

[lavidadedany]

This absence is killing me.

I don’t miss you like I could kill myself cause I know that you are there, just a text distance, but I miss you in everything I do or don’t:

I miss your smile

I miss your nose

I miss your back everymorning

I miss you grabbing my hand and holding it next to your cheeks

I miss you hugging me every night and every morning

I miss your sweet laugh

I miss your tenderness

and your everyday patience

I miss us holding each other every night

I miss your goodbyes and your cute nicknames

I miss your unsalted but tasty cooking

I miss our dancing in the kitchen

or in the woods

or in wherever

I miss you picking my hairs up from everywhere

I miss our Thursday routine

I miss our morning routines

I miss you touching my tights

and the softness of your fingers

I miss you slipping my shirt every morning and the touch of your lips through my neck

through my chest

and the gentle yet powerful sense of your tongue kissing every inch of me

I miss you grabbing from the back in the kitchen

and you hand holding my neck

I miss how your body fits perfectly in every way with mine

I miss your tights and your hard self

I miss how your lips open softly

and that gasp that comes from you

How your jawline draws from below

and the way you slowly look down at me

I miss your clothes falling

and the taste of your skin

I miss me kissing

and licking

and feeling

I miss me looking at you

and the heat of your body growing

I miss feeling you

and the way we fit perfectly

you. me.

You against my tongue

and my throat wanting more

craving more

I miss us

I miss you when the sun falls

I miss you when the sun rises

I miss your mind

and your everyday opinion

Your ability to turn every line into a joke

and your ability to answer with eloquence

You smart man. you.

Your smart self

yet my favorite is your silly self

I miss your trend topics

and watching you talk in such detail

in such passion

and watching you. just you.

and hearing you. just you.

I crave the smell of you neck

and your wrist

and the back of your neck

and your legs

and your clothes

and your pillow

and you.

I crave to hold you

and your little complaints

and your thoughts

and your opinions

and your hand in the street

and your clothes. oh boy.

I crave everything.

The way you show love

and the way you receive it

and the way you crave love

and the way you notice me when I do

I miss you

I miss

i. want. you.

but more than that

i. choose. you.

[eraserheadvhs]

TWIN PEAKS (1990–1991) 2.11 • "Masked Ball"

[theorangepdf]

clutching to my wonder and love for the world despite the endless tasks

[lavidadedany]

Vanzo, ya te estoy extrañando y aún seguimos durmiendo juntos.

[kameneva]

love, buried three times

@kameneva

[lavidadedany]

Should not

[expressions-of-nature]

Lupins at midnight, Iceland by Nigel Danson

[lavidadedany]

Últimamente no me siento linda.

No sé si soy yo y es un momento.

No quiero culpar a nadie.

¿Hay complejos? Sí.

¿Son míos? Sí.

Pero creo que alguien los revivió.

Es como si hubieran estado acostados durmiendo y alguien llegó a sacudirlos.

No me gusta. No me siento bien.