if i look back, i am lost
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@nahidhasann
you say my name and i want to knit my bones into your bones, smooth away the boundaries of our heartbeats.
what i'm trying to say is that if the temperature inside those wild pockets of interstellar dust hits right near absolute zero, carbon monoxide and dihydrogen molecules condense together in the dark nebula to form stars.
if you're ready, i want to make you shiver like that.
Our New Year’s Eve celebration was us. We existed together as we normally do, albeit with more excitement this time. We laughed together and played games together and when the time came to countdown to the New Year, we celebrated together. This New Year celebration with you, well, I think it was my favourite
“i want something casual” cool well i want someone who will burn cities and start wars just to see my true smile
— Theodore Roethke, from “Straw for the fire.”
A rooftop, shitloada memories
A year ago, things were different
Cute, meaningful, beautiful
Just how a guy in love wants it to be
Hopes are meant to be broken
Specially when you're that high
Spare no mercy, said the sky
Therefore I dare to say
Ed sheeran was wrong;
We keep this love in imaginations
Not photographs; it's never the same person
Who she once pretended to be.
12:12am/thoughts
Salma Deera, Letters from Medea
Mikko Harvey, from “Fly Flying into a Mirror,” in Let the World Have You
[text ID: Are there some places / where love simply / doesn’t grow as fast / as it decays? And by places / I mean people. And / when you fall / asleep is when / I need you / most desperately, because / without your eyes on it this / whole town disappears.]
arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" and "it is not enough to say love in Arabic, you must say 'be the thing that buries me'" could have got jane austen crying and shaking
quote from Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Rey
HAND ON MY HEART. HAND ON MY STUPID HEART
ross gay / susan sontag / unknown / richard siken / warsan shire / lana del ray / tturing / hera lindsay bird / richard siken
I just want to lay in bed with you and gently run my fingers over your bare skin, just to feel the softness of you underneath the tips of my fingers. Feel the way your body dips and curves, running them slowly over those beautiful little imperfections life has given you. The little parts of you that makes you… you. Leaving soft kisses on the parts I know you hate, to love on them a little extra, to remind you that every little part of you is what makes you beautiful. I just want to love and adore the body that holds such a beautiful soul.
non-physical compliments that feel like a hug:
“I appreciate having you in my life”
“you make me feel comfortable to be myself”
“your kindness and care for others is beautiful”
“I love the way your mind works, it’s refreshing”
“your such a great listener, thanks for being here”
“your vulnerability and honesty is empowering”
“You know what?” I said to him.
He slid his fingers through mine and squeezed my hand. “What?”
“You’re my favorite person.”
“Out of how many people?” he asked.
“All of them.”
— Colleen Hoover, It Ends With Us.
“You know this kind of secret loving makes separations, finally, for everyone it touches; works like the wind driving those leaves so they seem to change into birds, colliding with your vision. If you could keep calm, not react. If you could keep eyes open, not even blink. If you could catch the leaves even as they transform, feathered and breathing, hold them in your hands, and then convince them somehow to begin singing, until they all together lift into flight, lifting the two of you out of your lives together, with them.”
— Rebecca Weiner [Tompkins], “Birds,” Poetry (July 1981)
I hope I make you as happy as you make me
