being knightcore doesn't mean you have to be pro-monarchy. you can just swear your undying fealty to your best friend or your crush or something
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@softest-royalty
being knightcore doesn't mean you have to be pro-monarchy. you can just swear your undying fealty to your best friend or your crush or something
If the sexy villain asked me to be with them I’d do it. No questions asked. Morals out the window
i just want to be held. i want someone to wrap their arms around me and whisper quiet nothings into my ear and feel so safe. i want them to press little kisses into my face and reassure me. i want to be held and loved and known.
[ID: A page of a play. It reads as follows, "Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. / Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood. / Theseus: Stain them, I don't care." End text.]
Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)
What is wrong with you (lovingly, deeply, stroking your bloody face and watching the red soak my hands as I embrace you)
You will hate me for saying this, he wrote later that day after he'd left for battle, but it hurts to think about how much I love you. It hurts to think that one day I'll be here and you won't. I don't want to breathe the air of a world without you in it. I don't want to live forever. I want to live with you.
--slutwrites, Of Jewels and Jasmines
"I am constantly trying to communicate something in- communicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones."
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
my favorite emotion is when someone does something kinda foolish and all you can say is “i love you” in response
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[ID: A painting of four midsized lit white candles atop a table or shelf. The candles are all warped by the heat and are in various stages of melting, with a puddle of melted wax having formed beneath them. The painting has visible brushstrokes. End ID.]
Lavra by Arkadiy Zernetsky, 1962
CW: INTERNALISED AROPHOBIA
Who wouldn't want a soulmate? I know I do, and if I find The One, Maybe I'll finally be able to love. Maybe I'll finally feel what's it like to drown deeper into a lover's eyes, to be addicted to their laugh, have my world brightened up by their smile. To have my stomach aflutter with butterflies when they hold my hand in theirs. Maybe I'll finally have a special dance, a song to call ours, Maybe stupid jokes will be funnier when we're together. Maybe I'll finally have my picture in a pendant which rests on their chest, an ever reminder That whenever they feel alone, I'll be right there. Maybe I'll finally have their words play in my head, like a song stuck on loop, one I never want to end. Maybe I'll finally feel those whirlwind of emotions, Maybe I'll finally be able to find a home in a person, in their arms as they hold me tight. Maybe I'll finally get my redemption in this loveless, love obsessed world. Maybe I'll finally be someone who can love, Maybe I'll finally be human.
~ an aromantic mourning her loss of love.
“It was something adults said all the time. ‘You’ll change your mind when you’re older. You never know what might happen. You’ll feel differently one day.’ As if we teenagers knew so little about ourselves that we could wake up one day a completely different person. As if the person we are right now doesn’t matter at all.”
-Loveless, Alice Oseman
Even before I knew I was a loveless aro, I thought the word “fond” was much better than the word “love”. Like saying “I’m fond of you” was more powerful to me than saying “I love you” cos I knew what fondness felt like, while I’ve never known what love feels like.
I’m fond of you, I like having you in my life, I’m so glad you’re a part of my life, you make me smile, etc. Phrases like that mean a lot to me.
You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless
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Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón
[Photo ID - a poem called Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds by Ada Limón:
When the plane went down in San Francisco, I thought of my friend M. He's obsessed with plane crashes. He memorizes the wrecked metal details, the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke. Once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes: The one in blue Kentucky, in yellow Iowa. How people go on, and how people don't. It was almost a year before I learned that his brother was a pilot. I can't help it, I love the way men love.
The second image is a screenshot of a TikTok with a white guy in a black shirt and cap holding a metal rose. The caption reads: "My brother welded his girlfriend a rose because she loves roses but doesn't like how they die."
The third image is a Tweet from annie✨️ (nightshiftmp3) that reads "just found out the dude who invented goldfish crackers made them in the shape of a fish bc his wife was a pisces and he wanted to make smth for her.....love is stored in the goldfish cracker"
The fourth image is an excerpt from The Clean House by Sarah Ruhl:
"There was once a very great American surgeon named Halsted. He was married to a nurse. He loved her immeasurably. One day Halsted noticed that his wife's hands were chapped and red when she came back from surgery. And so he invented rubber gloves. For her. It is one of the great love stories in medicine. The difference between inspired medicine and uninspired medicine is love.
When I met Ana I know:
I loved her to the point of invention."
The last 10 images are screenshots from Tumblr. The first one reads: "My dad made a miniature rake for me when I was younger because I was putting together a zen garden and couldn't find a rake small enough. I don't know how long it took, he just went in the workshed for a bit and then brought it to me. It's been probably...eight years? the sand and shells and rocks are all long gone, but the rake is on my bookshelf."
The other 9 are tags and read as:
(1) #reminds me of when my dog died and my brother kept the water bottle that we were keeping her hydrated with #he ditched all of his plans for game development and went head first into veterinary medicine
(2) #poetry #ada limon #my dad's brother died of leukemia when i was a kid #and for years he's donated blood and platelets #idk i saw this and that's all i could think about
(3) #tears #thinking about my friend who just revealed he's married #he told me shes an animal lover #so we had a convo before about if he had all the money every what would he buy #he said giant animal sanctuary #men are pretty good sometimes
(4) #thinking about the boy from summer camp who used all his data watching a youtube tutorial of how to make an origami dinosaur #because he saw that my phone wallpaper was a geometric dinosaur sketch #i still have it and it still makes me weepy if i think about it too much
(5) #my friend's grandparents lived 45 minutes from the nearest town on a ranch in the mountains #grandpa chopped wood for the stove for years and years and years. filling the sheds with it. walls and walls of wood #so that his wife would never run out after he died #he outlived her and the wood outlived them both #fav
(6) #my grandpa had a business selling costume jewelry #it was bc my grandma was a practicing opera singer at the time and she needed cheap jewelry for her concerts :(
(7) #:( #my dad always has the flight tracker on in the background when any of us are flying
(8) #i think a lot about how my dad isn't really that religious. he was straight up atheist for a few years and then when he and my mom were trying to have kids it uh... was not going well #so one day he straight up has a breakdown and walks into a church for the first time in years #prays and promises to come back for good is they can somehow have a kid #a week later my mom was pregnant #and my dad has not purposefully missed a sunday in 21 years #again. not really religious. doesn't do much beyond that. but he made a promise and he loves his family so he still goes #anyway he told me that offhandedly when i was fourteen and i haven't stopped thinking about it since
(9) #my grandpa decided to become a dentist because his mother suffer a lot with pain in her teeth #💜
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"Because I'm starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole"
- Olive, the Love Hypothesis
“i know a spot” takes you into my arms under a soft blanket
—Beau Taplin, Moon Phases