Jay Vespertine ✶ @letsbelonelytogetherr - Tumblr Blog

channelling the teenage rage i used to have. no one will be spared.

moving on from you was the most brave thing i ever did.

“You touch me like I am everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do.”

— T. James (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

still waiting to find someone who’d outfreak me.

kissing her would fix me in ways i cannot fathom

being understood and being psychologically analysed are two different things. don’t mix them.

my head hurts thinking about how many times i have mistook being psychologically monitored for being “deeply understood”

I love when desire leads to disappointment. It’s a classic

— octobersfilm on substack (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

— Jay Vespertine (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

if i could, i would really touch the sun. without a second thought.

a constant hunger for something beyond the psychological limits of the world

Do you happen to know that love may not exist in the way people imagine?

— Vincent Van Gogh, in a letter to Wilhelmina, his sister (Arles, 30 April 1889)

“We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

— Maria Eugenia Calderara, from Poems of Exile; “I Still Don't Know Your Name,”

— Jane Hirshfield

Jay Vespertine ✶