as the poets say;

he was lost, he was lost, he was  f o u n d.

[dumbpuppyinheat-deactivated2023]

if you pin a boy against a wall and he moans he just belongs to you now.

[megairea]

Giuseppe Ungaretti, from Last Choruses for the Promised Land: XVI (tr. by Patrick Creagh)

[flowerytale]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (August 1851)

[surqrised]

“I am both worse and better than you thought.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

[romancestual]

“vivisection (you’re going to break my heart)” by Marty McConnell from The Best American Poetry 2014, edited by Terrance Hayes and David Lehman.

[dionysian-mystery]

The Jacaranda Years by Yiwei Chai

[serpentiarae-deactivated2020102]

“Tears fell like kisses.”

— Vicente Aleixandre, from A Longing for the Light; ‘At the Bottom of a Well’

[hmione-deactivated20241006]

From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe. She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. “After all this time?” “Always,” said Snape.” HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

Paris bookstore 1904 by Tavik Frantisek Simon.

[karanlikaylordu-deactivated2023]

[shisasan]

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟷𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟻 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[derangedrhythms]

And be no more the warder of my heart,

Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems; from ‘When you, that at this moment are to me’

[flowerytale]

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude

[ruhlare]

My day begins and ends with you and in between I feel the warmth of your touch as if sunlight is stored in your hands and I feel the calmness your voice brings as if you are embracing me through words and I feel your laughter flooding me with joy and happiness but I still can't get enough of every side of you

[unbotheredmuse]

[chaosthedemon]

[agentsofoakenshiield]

[hungryfictions]

anne lamott, bird by bird

[llovelymoonn]

clarice lispector the stream of life (via @girlfictions​) \ rebecca tamás poems: “witch”

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