wake my becoming, turn me wild

[tooferaltobeheard]

some people make love like they're trying to prove something.

i want you to make love like you're trying to remember something.

like you've been here before. in another life. in another body.

and your hands are just finding their way home.

[roua-poemului]

“In the moon-white vase of your melancholy rescue, like a pink diamond, your heart.”

— Delmira Agustini, from Selected Poetry: Poetics of Eros; The God Sleeps.

[roua-poemului]

“All hearts float in their own deep oceans of no light, wetblack and glimmering,”

— Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems II: The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart.

[roua-poemului]

“What pain the stars have,”

— Humbert Wolfe, from “The Fiddle and the Bow,” wr. c. February 1922.

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from Orlando: A Biography

[lyouve]

Someone asked me what I bring to the table but I don’t even wanna sit at the same table as them

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Abbas Kiarostami, from “A Wolf Lying in Wait; Poems,” published c. 2015

[sara-22]

[thoughtkick]

“Beautiful, you said. You said I was beautiful, and when you said it, I was.”

— Sandra Cisneros, from Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; “Never Marry a Mexican”

[pup-purgatory]

[pup-purgatory]

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[shisasan]

I am forging through the sea, in spite of headache, in spite of bitterness.

August 10, 1931 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941) originally published: 1918

[76seven]

[regardintemporel]

Daniele Buetti - Everything appears as it is, 2001-2005

[woundsoflove]

Come close. Lay your ear against my chest and be still. Just listen. Feel how hard my heart is beating — how it races for you, how it aches for you, how it has never once beaten this way for anyone else. My heart doesn't know how to belong to anyone but you. It's been yours from the start. Only yours. Always only yours.

[ulasamazsiniz]