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@lunalynn
"you are pressing against me
like i press flowers
against the pages in my book.
you are kissing my neck
and it feels like the start of forever.
i want to touch you
until my palms burn."
— amirae garcia (via nastyorchid)
“i love you without regrets and without reservations, with a great clear impulse that fills me up completely. i love you as i feel myself living, at times, on the summits of the world, and i wait for you with an obstinacy as long as ten lives, a tenderness that will not be exhausted, the great and luminous desire that i have for you, the terrible thirst that i have for your heart. i embrace you, i hold you against me.”
— albert camus to maria casarès, correspondance, [july 1], 1949 [#66]
"i never wish to be easily defined. i'd rather float over other people's minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person."
— franz kafka, diary entry dated 23 march 1914
“for you, i am fragile
for you, i will strip
of my clothes and my armor
i would tear the flesh right off the bone
for you, i am naked
for you, i am open”
— @holyaches on twitter/x
When I look at her asleep in the dawn, the body of my lover shines like the lilies in the fields of May.
anonymous Japanese poet
transcribed (and possibly adapted) from a book of early Japanese poetry in the shadowy stacks of Cambridge University Library thirty years ago – any thoughts on a more detailed source would be much appreciated
Hallowed Dreams
— by xis.lanyx
details by Roberto Ferri
Lover Sculpture at a Graveyard †Lover Sculpture for Lovers’ Tomb †Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
Robin isely
spider web by robert
details by Roberto Ferri