moved to @lovergf

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[transtenzin]

[ID: a poem that reads: 

Rangi and Kyoshi Sleep for Two Years

That first night, when I crawled under the blanket with you,  I laid on a bed of biting ice and waited for the rushing fears to shield from the cold. But with all the strength in the world I turned to you. And I felt your heart quicken when I turned my face into the crook of your neck. I grasped onto you waiting to be let go, but your arms slid around my waist up my back and  squeezed me tighter. I almost looked up at you while the world outside your arms stood still - you’re my best friend. But my face voice shaking hands hair down would have cracked open a door to a deeper meaning. So I just hold you impossibly tighter. You’re always too far away from me.  I have known yo, and I have loved you for years. I have known others, and loved others. But that night I knew   I have never known   a closeness like that. 

My dearest, I watch the world you love with every fibre of your being turn on you,and it kills me to watch you rush back to it with open arms only to be struck back to the ground. Do you see I am so so tired? and again your your burnt hands wrap around my waist your lips whispering into my hair. I could die here in a million lifetimes with just the two of us. I wish for everything, and to have all of it given freely to you. This age has cut us both open and left us to bleed out. I have sewn myself back together, letting the scar tissue dull all the pain that never stops lashing. But I watch you reach into the wound in your chest and pull out your heart, a fluttering baby bird, and hand it to the man with the knife raised.  You hold me where it doesn’t hurt.

In dreams, I meet a creature who is   born again every full moon.  I dream into existence a strange little being who creeps along the earth, slicing up parts of itself bit by bit so the world can being anew with every      sunrise. Unknown to the universe I     awake,     chest heaving knowing     what the world does to  its kindest children.    My love.  Promise me you will not become a sacrifice to a god who is never satisfied.  Your story has begun and ended a thousand times in a thousand ways but this time will be different.         I’ll burn the book and hand you the pen. 

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[filmforwomen]

tenderness is in the hands

[heavenlycreatures]

on soulmates

f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok

[dreamyfilms]

pride and prejudice (2005, dir. joe wright | director’s commentary)

[untiloblivions]

Portrait of a Lady on Fire + When Did it Happen?, by Mary Oliver

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you do not have to be good. you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. (mary oliver, “wild geese”)

What has happened now is that I’ve fallen madly in love with a woman. And it seems to me so absolutely natural and genuine – there’s nothing problematic about it at all. I just feel proud and uncontrollably glad. These last weeks have been like one long dance of rich adventure, tenderness, intensity – an expedition into new domains of great simplicity and beauty (tove jansson, in a letter to her friend eva konikoff)

First time I went to an all-woman dance the most impressive thing I felt was the gentle loving energy flowing throughout. Women were dancing, laughing, loving together. It’s beautiful, this women-loving-women. […] I think I’ll just keep being me. I feel like the best thing for me to do is be in love until I’m not. (from between us: a history of lesbian love letters)

nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me. (leslie feinberg, stone butch blues)

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osamu dazai, the setting sun, tr. donald keene

[text: This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution.]

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napping together is a love language

[weltenwellen]

bell hooks, All About Love

[soracities]

early loves, a primer 💌

“In that book which is my memory, On the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, Appear the words, ‘Here begins a new life’.”

— Dante Alighieri, La Vita Nouva

“When I first met you, that’s what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I’m going to love this person because even the sky looks different.”

— Margaret Stohl, Beautiful Chaos

“We talked as if we had parted only the day before, as if we had known each other for many years.”

— Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

— The Beatles, “I Wanna Hold Your Hand”

“Just by existing and by letting me speak to you, you give me an immense amount. You are infinitely rich where I am concerned; entirely clear and captivating. I love you extremely and how it eases my heart to be able to say so.”

— Iris Murdoch, in a letter to Michael Oakeshott

“I feel met by you, he says afterwards. It’s weird. (That’s exactly what it feels like. I felt met by him the first time I saw him. I felt met by him all the times we weren’t even able to meet each other’s eyes.)” 

— Ali Smith, Girl Meets Boy: The Myth of Iphis)

“How can I explain to you, my happiness, my golden, wonderful happiness, how much I am all yours–with all my memories, poems, outbursts, inner whirlwinds? Or explain that I cannot write a word without hearing how you will pronounce it–and can’t recall a single trifle I’ve lived through without regret–so sharp!–that we haven’t lived through it together–whether it’s the most, the most personal, intransmissable–or only some sunset or other at the bend of a road–you see what I mean, my happiness?”

— Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra

— Benjamine Alire Saenz, Aristotle and dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“I cannot write about Damascus, without the jasmine climbing on my fingers. / I cannot say Her name, without my mouth getting overcrowded with apricot juice, blackberries and quince.”

— Nizar Qabbani, A Green Lantern on Damascus’ Door

“I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

“Yes, I need you, my fairy-tale. Because you are the only person I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought–and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra 

— Lorde, “400 Lux”

“You know, when I start telling you something by saying, ‘I was thinking about what you said about … ,’ it always gives me pleasure to say that, to let you know that I was brooding on your words. And I think the pleasure is … well, I know how much I love it when you say ‘I was thinking about what you said about …’ It’s somehow as though the part of you that’s in me will be able to nourish the part of me that’s in you, or-something-I don’t know how to put it. But that there’s some circuit of reciprocity between these holding relations: your ability to hold me inside you, and mine to hold you inside me.”

— Eve Sedgwick, A Dialogue on Love

“There wasn’t anything mean about him. I don’t understand how you could live in a mean world and not have any of that meanness rub off on you. How could a guy live without some meanness?”

— Benjamine Alire Saenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

— Ali Smith, Girl Meets Boy: The Myth of Iphis

“Do you remember a night when I came along the dark passage to your room in a thunderstorm and we lay talking about whether we were afraid of death or not? That is the sort of occasion on which the things I want to say to you,–and to you only,–get said.”

— Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West

“Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.”

— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

“I saw her smile so close to my eyes that there was nothing but to see but the smile, and the thought came into my head that I’d never been inside a smile before, who’d have thought being inside a smile would be so ancient and so modern both at once?”

— Ali Smith, Girl Meets Boy: The Myth of Iphis

— Laura Marris, “Tell Me Gently”

“The thing is, Iphis and Ianthe  had actually, for real, very really, fallen in love. Did their hearts hurt? I said. Did they feel like they were underwater all the time? Did they feel scoured by light? Did they wander about not knowing what to do with themselves? Yes, Robin said. All of that. And more.”

— Ali Smith, Girl Meets Boy: The Myth of Iphis

“You are all the colours in one, at full brightness.”

— Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places

“Arwen: Do you remember when we first met? Aragorn: I thought I had wandered into a dream.”

— Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

— Labi Siffre, “Bless the Telephone”

“This hour I tell things in confidence, / I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.”

— Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”

”When I am with you, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.”

— David Levithan, How They Met, and Other Stories

“[Bridge:] But we’re both a long way from home We got the windows down, the radio’s on, always [Verse 2:] I wrote a letter to the sky saying maybe one day you’ll get to kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. My girl found it in the car and said baby why you trying to diss me, diss me, diss me? Cause you know you’re my baby, you know you’re my baby, ooh I’m not just in it for the pride, in it for the ride, yeah…”

— Frank Ocean, “Acura Integurl”

— Cat Power, “Sea of Love”

[nogloryinlove]

400 lux is so full of v simple yet incredibly tender lyrics... like “you buy me orange juice”... and “you pick me up and take me home again” they’re all such simple underrated things - nothing grand and romantic!!! but still they make my heart ache so!!!! also not to mention the straightforward & earnest yet tentativeness of “and i like you” repeated over and over again.... literally jenny slate nasa scream

[greek-arete]

Won’t You Be My Neighbor (2018) Dir by Morgan Neville

[givemearmstopraywith]

me after sitting in the sun for ten minutes: love is real

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favorite quotes about grief:

I sit with my grief. I mother it. I hold its small, hot hand. I don’t say, shhh. I don’t say, it is okay. I wait until it is done having feelings. Then we stand and we go wash the dishes. We crack open bedroom doors, step over the creaks, and kiss the children. We are sore from this grief, like we’ve returned from a run, like we are training for a marathon. I’m with you all the way, says my grief, whispering, and then we splash our face with water and stretch, one big shadow and one small.

Callista Buchen, “Taking Care”

“People don’t know how to be when grief enters a house. She came with me everywhere, like a daughter.”

Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water

Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must take care of what has been given. Brush her hair, help her into her little coat, hold her hand, especially when crossing a street. For, think,

what if you should lose her? Then you would be sorrow yourself; her drawn face, her sleeplessness would be yours. Take care, touch her forehead that she feel herself not so

utterly alone. And smile, that she does not altogether forget the world before the lesson. Have patience in abundance. And do not ever lie or ever leave her even for a moment

by herself, which is to say, possibly, again, abandoned. She is strange, mute, difficult, sometimes unmanageable but, remember, she is a child. And amazing things can happen. And you may see,

as the two of you go walking together in the morning light, how little by little she relaxes; she looks about her; she begins to grow.

Mary Oliver, “Love Sorrow”

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https://www.instagram.com/noemiferst/

[rocketrictic]

lordE, You Buy Me Orange Juice

[sarlisart]

somethin i made on valentine’s!