My Vehement Silence

My thoughts are not for sale they’re about nothing and beautiful and for free i wish you could get that and love that about me - Lana Del Rey

[myvehementsilence]

I choose to love you in silence…

For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness…

For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance…

For distance will shield me from pain,

I choose to kiss you in the wind…

For the wind is gentler than my lips,

I choose to hold you in my dreams…

For in my dreams, you have no end.

- Jalaluddin Rumi

[brightdeadthing]

love as recognition

anna gavalda / friedrich nietzsche / clarice lispector / jandy nelson / rebecca perry / mhairi mcfarlane

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Natalie Diaz, Postcolonial Love Poem

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Renée Vivien, tr. by Mary Ann Caws, from "The Ransom,"

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— W.H. Auden

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Warsan Shire

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Mary Kate Teske

[metamorphesque]

“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.”

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nizar Qabbani

[weltenwellen]

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

[deviika]

Lee Krasner // Franz Kafka

[deviika]

Check this out

[remanence-of-love]

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Nitya Prakash

[journalofsolitude]

Morgan Harper Nichols’ ‘Let July be July’

[metamorphesque]

musings on July

"NW" Zadie Smith, "the Hands of Friendship" in Yerevan (@metamorphesque). "Jane Eyre" Charlotte Brontë (@flowerytale), Franz Kafka’s Diaries (@hungryfictions), "Summer night by the beach" Edvard Munch, "A Magic Mountain" Czeslaw Milosz (tr by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee), "Answer July" Emily Dickinson, "Four Sunflowers Gone to Seed" Vincent van Gogh, The Diaries of Franz Kafka (@shisasan)

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"

[ihateyouvishal]

"I hadn't told them about you, but they saw you bathing in my eyes. I hadn't told them about you, but they saw you in my written words. The perfume of love cannot be concealed."

//Nizar Qabbani