Love Kills Us All

LGBT+🌈|24💫 Sex,drugs n rock&roll Falling Down The Rabbit Hole |I want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby✨

[childweanedonpoison]

mentally i’m a slut physically i’m scared of intimacy 

[approvers]

by Leonardo Lomurno

[dumblr]

Love isn't having butterflies all the time, i think love is calm. Love is comfortable. I could sit in silence with you for the rest of our lives and it would mean more than a thousand words with anyone else.

[quotemadness]

“Try a little harder to be a little better.”

— Unknown

[thepersonalquotes]

[heavensghost]

from one of my unfinished poems

[feral-ballad]

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “The way I was taught to love”

[Text ID: “Half daughter, / half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.”]

[deadpoet-skull]

[awarenessaslove]

“The soul is made of love, and must ever strive to return to love. It can never find rest nor happiness in other things. It must lose itself in love.”

— Mechthild of Magdeburg

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“Last night I dreamed—blessed illusion— that I had a beehive here in my heart and that the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.”

— Antonio Machado, transl. Robert Bly, used as epigraph for Naomi Shihab Nye’s Honeybee: Poems (HarperCollins, 2009)

[theclassicsreader]

No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now. Time hypnotizes. When you're nine, you think you've always been nine years old and will always be. When you're thirty, it seems you've always been balanced there on that bright rim of middle life. And then when you turn seventy, you are always and forever seventy. You're in the present, you're trapped in a young now or an old now, but there is no other now to be seen.

– Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

[schizophrenicpsychotic]

Another vacation, another home. Another holiday, another party. We’re making it, one thing at a time.

[thesameend-deactivated20231009]

[bramblrose]

“It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.”

[schizophrenicpsychotic]

[tanrininkelebekleri-blog]

[sunandsilicon]