drift compatible

elle, starting over. you may remember me.

[crimsolyn]

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

[shoepastryheart]

Can I love you and not miss you? Can I love you and say I’d rather die than ever see your face again?

[trainingseasons]

I need a day between every day to recover from the day before

[shoepastryheart]

Me and my broken heart could actually just…pass away

I need to remind myself I have lived through this feeling and worse!!

[shoepastryheart]

Thinking about Andrea Gibson today and the impact they had on my life and writing. I miss writing, and I would like to remember a lot about my life. I think I'll come back here.

[killyridols]

fine grid in forest green on cream by hannah knox, 2021, gouache on cradled panel, 11 × 14 inches

[shoepastryheart]

Of course, it’s all in the past now, but hearing someone that you genuinely lost your mind over in an intoxicating crush say that they also were losing their mind over you— is very satisfying and also disconcerting. Like you solved a puzzle lock and then accidentally dropped it over a bridge.

What a night. What a baffling road never taken.

[shoepastryheart]

I'm back to do a little research for some zines, and I need to remember what it was like to throw your whole heart out on some paper. God, I can't wait to do it again. Also, a side note: past Elle would truly have benefited from some Loving of Life.

[spatialll-deactivated20201125]

op. x — hello, march

[litterae-ignotae]

theodore roethke, the exorcism

[shoepastryheart]

Alone again. I know we won't come back to each other. And while I feel utterly scooped out and spent, I remember that even when you were here, I was alone. Still, my heart is a broken shell.

[shoepastryheart]

It is hard to love you. Yet every day I feel convinced that I must.

[shoepastryheart]

Twice now I’ve been given this; love-lorn letters these, late night desperation this, heart-torn declaration this, “you are the love of my life”

I turn it down just to switch it around, it seems

I am now the love-lorn desperate writer, the midnight beseecher, asking a heart to cherish me, asking for something, anything, a flower from a roadside tree-

you didn’t want it, the stars seem to laugh; taste what you have given.

[shoepastryheart]

You know that anticipatory feeling, when you already know it’s going to hurt? But you have to do it anyway.

[makinginfinity]

Mitch Epstein

[ryebreadgf]

time spent loving will never be time wasted. even if that love ends. i have to believe this or i will go crazy. signed by. girl

[graceful-home]

exposed wood >>>>