So uhh...

[infectiouspiss]

it's so sick and twisted that you have to forge the life you deserve from the molten scraps of the life you were forced to have

[crimsolyn]

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

[tenderlypressed]

[eternal--returned]

Cynthia Grow ֍ Love Letters - Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald, [c. 1919] (2025)

[inkpressedpetals]

[neckkiss]

Vicky Cristina Barcelona

[greatestlittlegiant]

always thinking of that “i couldn’t stop wasting time” quote

[greatestlittlegiant]

song of the summer!!

[petaltexturedskies]

You will freeze in place if you remain this way. You must not, dear. You have to move.

Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to Sidonie Nádherná, dated 1 August 1913

[senzorial]

“Don’t worry my dear, you have the forest running through your veins.”

— A lovely pagan women who gave me a tarot card reading (via lovesicksilence)

[qvotable]

Every next level of your life will demand a different you.

Leonardo DiCaprio 

[loveridden1999]

hi hello remember that the plum you are going to eat next summer is growing just for you 🤍

[ruhaniya]

"for you, i would" is such a gentle and sweet love language like no maybe i wouldn't usually do this but i would love to do it if it would make you happy.

[petaltexturedskies]

It was nice to be together and that was it. I bought a couple of sandwiches, chips and drinks, and we ate by the sea, then we slept in each other's arms for an hour. It was somehow even better than making love. And the hours went by being together without any tension.

Charles Bukowski, Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions and General Tales of Ordinary Madness

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“You have the blood of a poet. You have that and always will. You show, in the middle of savage things (that I like), the gentleness of your heart, that is so full of pain and light.”

— Federico García Lorca, from a letter to Miguel Hernández wr. c. April 1933

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “My Mother Says Kissing a Man Without a Mustache Is Like Eating Eggs Without Salt”, Instructions for Traveling West

[petaltexturedskies]

It's praising. It's giving until the giving feels like receiving. You have a life— just imagine that! You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe still another.

Mary Oliver, "To Begin with the Sweet Grass"

[ashstfu]

and in the next fifty years, you will ache and you will glow. you will fall in love with people who don’t stay and still carry their names like pressed flowers in the folds of your memory. you will eat meals alone and meals with people who make you laugh so hard you forget the sting of silence. there will be mornings you can’t get out of bed and nights where you walk home humming under a sky so wide it forgives you. you’ll cry in public and smile at strangers and sometimes it’ll be the same thing. you’ll hear a song that reminds you of someone you promised you’d never forget and you’ll realize you already have, a little. you’ll outgrow versions of yourself you once thought permanent and mourn them like old friends and still you will keep going. you’ll see sunsets that make your chest tighten. you’ll be held when you least expect it. you’ll feel the cold on your face and remember what it means to be alive. and it won’t always be gentle but it will be yours.