Jay Vespertine ✶

My Instagram ☆ just a poet yearning professionally the healer has the bloodiest hands

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

some things are so beautiful they were only ever meant to be looked at from a distance.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

girl you are the ishq shava song if it was a person

[scribeherself]

having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.

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yearning that feels like being awake during surgery

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

i hate how you are the template of love for me.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“I can't go another day choking back

I love you.

I feel it in my shoulders when I breathe.”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

just excruciatingly hate how softly the beautiful moments take me away into a different dimension of delusions

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

the greatest responsibility of a friend is similar to that of a lover: not to save me, not to fix me but just to remind me who i am when i start forgetting. some days i lose my mind entirely and sometimes i need another pair of eyes to point at the light and tell me, “there. that’s still you.”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“ai will replace you” i’d like to see ai yearn for her like i do

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— Greg Santora

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

My advice to you is this: Commit some bright, brave sins while you have time.

– Judith Tate O'Brien

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“And me? It was always you I loved, not your elegant strategy. I will love you still, if you now outgrow it. I will love you more whether time moves forward or backwards. Whether ice melts or water freezes back. Whether your next move is protection, break-through, shift, or any combination. There are at least three ways to love you: as you were, as you are, as you will be. I love you. That means I choose all three.”

— Alexis Pauline Gumbs, Undrowned: Black Feminist Lessons from Marine Mammals (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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— endlessnamelesseternity (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[starlightacademia]

“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977) via finita-la-commedia

[starlightacademia]

“I want to be you. I want to have no dreams that don't know you, and no desires that you will not or cannot fulfill. I want to perform no deed that does not praise you and tend no flower that does not adorn you.

I want to know nothing of the days that preceded you in my life or of the people who dwell in those days.”

Rainer Maria Rilke | Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

[starlightacademia]

“I've never seen you without wanting to pray to you. I've never heard you without wanting to place my faith in you. I've never longed for you without wanting to suffer for your sake. I've never desired you without wanting to be able to kneel before you.”

Rainer Maria Rilke | Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters

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Emily Dickinson | Letter to Susan Gilbert | May 1952