postcards say IM HERE. IM HERE AND I LOVE YOU. IN THIS SPACE AND TIME AND WHEREVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE. THERE IS A SPACE BETWEEN THOSE SPACES THAT CONNECTS US AND ITS FULL OF LOVE. I’LL MEET YOU THERE.
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ojovivo

Love Begins

#extradirty

Product Placement
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Kaledo Art

shark vs the universe
One Nice Bug Per Day
trying on a metaphor

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Xuebing Du
KIROKAZE
taylor price

Janaina Medeiros
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
wallacepolsom

blake kathryn

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NASA

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@lovecomet
postcards say IM HERE. IM HERE AND I LOVE YOU. IN THIS SPACE AND TIME AND WHEREVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE. THERE IS A SPACE BETWEEN THOSE SPACES THAT CONNECTS US AND ITS FULL OF LOVE. I’LL MEET YOU THERE.
same energy
“I want to kiss her, tell her my thoughts. God, I’m ready to love her. I’m burning, I am beside myself. I worship her.”
— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by N. C. Germanakos, from “Kassandra and the Wolf,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
This made me smile and feel stuff =’]
Credit(Thank you @atwtktd! :D)
DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW., Noor Hindi
Strawberry Shortcake / Soufflé Cheese / Baked Cheese
“I typically arrive three years too late. I wish I had been able to sit in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face but I was not ready. I was still on my way.”
— Mikko Harvey, from “Wind-Related Ripple in the Wheatfield,” Sixth Finch (Spring 2021)
honestly think its time we start dressing like pokemon trainers
upstream, mary oliver; gravity and grace, simone weil; journal of a solitude, may sarton
my new digicam
“I found out I was in love with you, winter before last,” she said. “I wasn’t going to say anything about it because - well, you know. If you felt anything like that for me, you’d have known I did. But it wasn’t both of us. So there was no good in it. But then, when you told us you’re leaving… At first I thought, all the more reason to say nothing. But then I thought, that wouldn’t be fair. To me, partly. Love has a right to be spoken. And you have a right to know that somebody loves you. That somebody has loved you, could love you. We all need to know that. Maybe it’s what we need most.”
- A Fisherman of the inland sea, Ursula K. Leguin
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friendship all lives touch other lives to create something anew and alive ༶
Pokémon Platinum ༶ 2008
btw I am doing it afraid
btw I did it afraid and was rewarded beautifully
“his mouth finds its way to mine and i realize for the millionth time that it is cruel to let anyone love me like this, but i let him. sometimes i am shattering and i have taught him how broken glass feels on his smooth skin but all he sees is mosaic tiles. he sees some semblance of beautiful, he keeps coming back for more, and i let him. sometimes i feel like there are oceans between me and the rest of the world and i have forgotten how to swim. no person should have to be a life preserver. no person can be a life preserver. but he tries, he tries so hard, and i let him. i want to run away from it all but i keep finding my way back to his hands. i feel like a vagrant late at night when the earth seems too full for everyone to have a place. he wants to be a home for me and i let him. what we have sounds wrong but most days its the only thing i know i’ve done right. no one should matter this much to anyone but he does to me and i let him. we are supposed to be nothing. we are supposed to be dust, we are supposed to be grains on sand on riverbanks. we are supposed to be forgotten but he sears himself into my memory and i let him. i boarded myself up. i wanted to be alone. but when it all goes quiet i hear my heart is screaming for him and something about his smile makes me want to listen. i try to put it all in perspective but at one in the morning i am shaking because to me, he is the world, he is the world, he is the sun, moon, and stars. i boarded myself up, but he’s knocking on the door. he asks to come in, and i let him.”
— I let him.
by Auriel Haack
(via poppyflowerpoetry)