Splinters in my knuckles crawling across the floor

[luunarmoonar]

Free Palestine. Free Gaza. Free Rafah. Never stop talking about Palestine. Never stop thinking about Palestine. From the river to the sea Palestine will be free.

[innfected]

Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuations and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I've felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I've pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.

- Melissa Broder

[sawturnsoul]

It´s 4:45 and my mind is full of him. His lips, his nose, his hands, his eyes and the dimples on his cheeks when he smiles at me, only that he doesn´t. It´s not only me he smiles to or touches to. I´m in love with a fantasy, a fantasy that is real because i could swear that i feel him near me but at the same time it´s like he´s 114.1577 miles away. Is he real?.

Sometimes i feel lonely at 4:45.

[poems-and-word]

[sawturnsoul]

"I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day"

Vincent Van Gogh

[egogrumps]

In other news, Matthew Gray Gubler is the actual love of my life