Love is When...

a love letter to loving.

[inkskinned]

Just love without pretense. Love without calculation. Love without a winner, love without a martyr, love like - I know you were hungry, I saved you half of my sandwich. Like - I know you hate silence, give me a second to get the music on. Like - move over, let's be alone together. Love like taking off your makeup. Like fresh cleaned sheets. Like: I see you and you see me.

[papenathys]

- Lyudmilla Ignatenko, the wife of deceased firefighter Vasily Ignatenko, Voices from Chernobyl, by Svetlana Alexeivich (transl. Keith Gessen)

[nothingbutloveforyou]

i think waiting together is a love language. wait for the train with me, so we can talk a little longer. wait for dinner with me, we can slow dance in the kitchen. wait for me until i can talk after crying my eyes out, hold me, we will figure it out. wait for me when it gets rough, i know i can get through this (with you). wait for me in the car, this song is too good to not finish listening to it. wait for the first snow with me, cold red noses and bright eyes. lets wait for each other, i love you.

[heartcountry]

the world is ending everywhere but when you laugh i don’t notice. we can sit together while everything falls apart somewhere else. there will be time for devastation later. for now, we can watch the trees. what were they like when you were younger? there was a window i used to look out of where one would wait for me. red leaves for most of the year. there are a few reasons why i don’t feel real anymore. the big one being that when people talk to me they talk through me. you are somewhere in my head and i am looking at you instead of them. it’s unfair to everyone else but i’m scared you’ll disappear otherwise. i feel so old lately but today i am younger than yesterday. yesterday i was 70 years old and i was letting you go for the last ever time. but today i’m waiting to meet you. i hope somehow you’ll know where to find me. i’ll be where the river is still. where the birds are mid-flight. where everything wants to bear witness.

[theorangepdf]

if i think about my loved ones for too long i go bonkers and feel the need to text everyone and let them know how much i miss and cherish them. it’s 2:30 am btw

[kafk-a]

love got me eating fruits and taking better care of myself. because love

[ryebreadgf]

anne magill

[the2headedcalf-archive]

You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless

oh…………………………………

[urlocalchangeling]

Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón

[generic-dumb-bitch]

[tundrakatiebean]

[gingernutsenthusiast]

@filmnoirsbian

[chambaeli]

[chandaniyan]

[chandaniyan]

[machineryangel]

[little--leaves]

actually, I like the getting-to-know-each-other stage. where you stay up late just to talk to them. where you ask a ton of questions. where you clearly are smitten by each other but both are too shy to say anything. where you share music and memories with each other. the flirting, the yearning, the silly jokes forming, letting guards down, making plans to meet.

[konoko]

[asaakuras]

[coldcreature-deactivated2023072]

[ID: a photo of two cats, one orange and one white, with their noses pressed together as if kissing. End ID]

[archbudzar]

texts from ppl I luv

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[thetableintheback]

[id: 7 speech bubbles on a white background containing black text in all caps. they read as follows:

‘did you see the moon?’

‘wanna borrow a sweater?’

‘thx for being there.’

‘remember when we…’

‘you can call any time.’

‘are you awake?’

‘i want you to know i think of you often.’ /end id]

[nostalgiafornothing]

[theoptia]

Anaïs Nin, from Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love,” The Unexpurgated Diary (1931-1932) of Anaïs Nin

Text ID: And in the circumference of my solitude I know I have found a moment of absolute love. His greatness fills the wounds and closes them, silences the desires. He is asleep. How I love him! I feel like a river that has overflowed.

[flowerytale]

Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from “Baked Goods”, Lucky Fish (published in 2011)

[tendermimi]

“I used to dream of drinking tea with you at night, I mean, to be partners in happiness and in joy. Believe me, my dear, it warms my heart, even if you are far away. Not because I love you less, because I love you more.”

— Mahmoud Darwish in a letter to Tamar Ben Ami

[takemyrevolutions]

Rhiannon McGavin

[masculinepeacock]

[Text Description: "you wouldn't just plant strawberries: you'd create another universe. I wanted you

warm and close as fresh laundry and here we are, Tuesday. Of course you love, you're wearing one of my socks." /end ID]