Written In Love and Ink

Just blurbs and random thoughts I decided to jot down. Enjoy, or don't. Whatever.

[existential-celestial]

“Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning. Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgiveable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes.”

— Raymond Carver, “Rain”

[thefault-inourwifi]

“cold rain and cold coffee. the windows are blanketed in fog, making it near impossible to see what lies beyond in the grey matter. i draw a heart on the window, writing our names in the enclosed space. cliche i know. soon the fog disappears, erasing any trace of us from my bedroom window. the rain continues on, drowning out the rest of the day.”

— foggy windows // h.h

[scarredyetbeautiful]

“people don’t hate rain because they get wet. they hate rain because it reminds them of overused cliché’s. of past heartbreak. of sad days. of boring, uneventful workdays that were just a waste of time when I think of rain, I think about you the sound of rain reminds me of lazy Sundays spent in bed with you just enjoying the feeling of each other they remind me of Thursday afternoon coffee dates laughing too hard in café’s about inside jokes that no one else understands”

— e.v.e.

[k-idol-lovebot]

on a spring day when the sky is raining i will look up to feel the raindrops on my face

it’s the closest i’ll ever get to being showered with kisses

[herazozz-deactivated20220519]

“i like the rain tapping on my window, but i’ll definitely like it more when you’re tapping your fingers in my back and painting maps on my body with your fingertips”

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[schuylerpeck]

“The rain pattering against the roof, the slight splash against the windows; the tear-shaped streaks chasing each other across the glass. The soft snore and a lover’s open mouth, the gentle glow of morning through the blinds. The blankets ruffle around your feet. It is so easy to find miracles.”

— Schuyler Peck, Before the Coffee Maker Clicks On (10/30, A poem based on sounds)

[lostinthefields]

“I love to sleep with the windows open rainy nights were the best of all: I would open my windows and put my head on my pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.”

— Neil Gaiman

[shareaquote]

“She was rain. The way she drummed her fists against my chest, demanding to be let in, the way she rolled her eyes like thunder. She was rain: persistent, spontaneous, and it took a very special person to love her.”

— d.i., she was rain

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[loveandink]

How miraculous it is that you are even in this time and in this space at all. Don't you dare let anyone make you feel like anything short of a fucking miracle.

C. Love

[loveandink]

Babe, you are sunshine and wisdom and everything beautiful this world has to offer. Hold that in your heart and hold your head up high.

C. Love

[loveandink]

Fuck what everyone else thinks, go out and live your life sweet cheeks.

C. Love

[loveandink]

I don't want to be noticed, I want to be fucking seen.

C. Love

[loveandink]

You're a Goddamn miracle, straighten up and act like it.

C. Love