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Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet
by dwh-
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.
Mis piernas tienen frío sin las tuyas alrededor
- Los Ángeles azules como soundtrack de nuestra película -
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
Que la vida sea tan colorida como la comida 🤍
Loving you feels super good.
Missing you feels like hell.
Te extraño
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.
TWIN PEAKS (1990–1991) 2.11 • "Masked Ball"
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Vanzo, ya te estoy extrañando y aún seguimos durmiendo juntos.
love, buried three times
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Lupins at midnight, Iceland by Nigel Danson
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.