[rmdrk]

Sometimes they do return. They do understand all the wrong they’ve done. They grow from it. Learn and recognize how careless they were. And sometimes they apologize with their souls. With their hearts. With more than just words. They make you feel it. Believe it. And reassure you how things can change. How things can be better. That is, if only you are willing to make things work. https://www.instagram.com/p/CICgN2JFmVc/?igshid=1f7zhqnfdrbpc

[ps-dontforgetme]

By now I know how this goes. I will ask you again if you are ever going to stay, and you will not answer. You’ll tell yourself it is safer to be missed than loved, and I can’t pretend to be something you’re afraid of. I don’t know why I keep trying to write a story that will never unfold, but every time I think we’re over you come back reciting something that sounds like hope, and I swear there is a way to make this work. I imagine a life without your eyes. I exist as usual, but there is no color blue. No spring forget-me-nots. No ocean. No sky. I am wise enough to know that no response is a response, but my God, nothing feels more like a promise than the way you look at me when we are in the same space at the same time. Here is where the answers are found. I hold your face in my hands and words mean so little. You kiss my wrist and I know you have found a home in me. Fear can not exist in all this light. You will leave and the sky will go black. You’ll fly away, but you’ll always come back.

- silence says so much (klr)

[sparkandashes]

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, “When Did It Happen?”, Felicity

[ps-dontforgetme]

This is not something we rush into. We’ve taken our time with this. We spend the night becoming lovers, high above the city, the lights splayed out before us. My hands have never felt this at home before. My heart has not known this peace. There is no doubt I’m to spend forever with you. There is no fear that we will lose this. I wash your hair in the morning. My fingers ache to do this. This moment is more natural than breathing. The smell is lemon and sage, and it is now the scent of you. You sit in the sun beside the window. I’ve never wanted anything more. I’ve never been more sure. Across the table at breakfast, your eyes are speaking a language that only knows the word love. I do not know yet how it will hurt to lose this. I do not know now how heavy this memory will become. We sit in the grass by the art museum. I kiss you goodbye for the first time. You take my breath with you when you go. You take my sun, and half my sky.

-one night in Atlanta (klr)

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“All afternoon we sit and become lovers, [your] hand in mine like a bird’s delicate wing. Everywhere the sparrows go down to the river for the sweet tears of communion. Soon, in the yellow last light, we will begin again to speak of that light in the house that is not ours, that is only what we come to out of the fields in the slow-plunging knowledge of words trying to find a way home.”

— Dave Smith, from “August, on the Rented Farm,” Floating in Solitude: Three Volumes of Poetry (University of Illinois Press, 1996)

[luckylluminati]

“In my head you are here, you are always smiling, the sun always shines and we are happy. Together.”

— 4am

[loveandthepsyche]

[msexplorer]

[sparkandashes]

How to run away from someone who isn't with you but within you?

[a-path-by-the-moon]

“We are here to awaken from our illusion of separateness.”

[ps-dontforgetme]

[soulmates-twinflames]

Love will teach you… 

[sjcavenaugh]

“I want to taste the rain on your lips as we dance beneath the stars.”

-sjc

[letters-from-alex]

“What a painful feeling it is to watch the best thing that ever happened to you walk away without saying a word, as you wonder if you’ll ever find even an ounce of that same love, that same familiarity, within someone else in this lifetime.”

— © Letters From Alex | Instagram

[desultory-suggestions]

oh lover - E.C. - 2020

[americasgreatoutdoors]

From the ocean’s salt spray to deep, serene woods to natural granite staircases leading you closer to the sunset sky, Acadia National Park in Maine is a wonder to explore. Crisscrossed by 27 miles of historic motor roads, 158 miles of hiking trails and 45 miles of carriage roads, it’s easy to find fantastic views and peaceful solitude at Acadia. A haven for artists, the park has been inspiring people long before it was first protected in 1919. Photo by Abhijit Patil (www.sharetheexperience.org).