She saw his soul before he saw his own. But seeing someone isn’t the same as being held by them.
todays bird

pixel skylines
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
No title available
noise dept.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Discoholic 🪩
Keni
we're not kids anymore.

Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
tumblr dot com

No title available

JBB: An Artblog!

No title available

blake kathryn

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Greece
seen from Mexico
seen from Singapore
seen from Spain

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Australia
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from United States
@quotethat
She saw his soul before he saw his own. But seeing someone isn’t the same as being held by them.
Loving someone doesn’t mean carrying what they refuse to unpack.
Not all love stories are meant to be lived out loud. Some are meant to teach you how to come home to yourself.
She didn’t stop loving him—she just stopped waiting for him to love her in a way that didn’t hurt.
And maybe, one day, he’d see her not as someone who walked away,
but as someone who made space for both of them to grow—on their own terms.
You can love someone through the dark, but you can’t carry their torch and their willingness to walk. You can point to a mirror, but they have to look. So here’s the truth: you’re not giving up on them. You’re giving back the parts of them that were never yours to carry.
Scherezade Siobhan, from “Code“
Kaveh Akbar, from “Heritage”
Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
The sky speaks in many colors.
Unknown
Ada Limón, from “Calling Things What They Are”, The Hurting Kind
bell hooks, All About Love
Some people walk into your life as pit stops to remind you of who you are.
Maturity is when you realize people can't give you what they can't give themselves, so you stop expecting loyalty from people who betray themselves, stop expecting honesty from people who lie to themselves, and stop expecting peace from people who are at war with themselves.
So accurate!
“I hope I made you feel something, because you made me feel everything.”
— Gemma Troy
I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous. - Pablo Neruda
Intimacy is not just physical. To crave a persons presence and energy rather than just their body is the purest form of intimacy.