Lover

There’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear. Posting my writing💗

[achillesinhighheels]

Love Letters from the 19th century

[theopiumeater]

anthony bourdain - clips from roadrunner & a cooks tour

[leninisms]

[hunybody]

ask polly: how do i stop sabotaging my amazing new relationship?

[catchymemes]

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell (August 1908)

[wedarkacademia]

- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

[metamorphesque]

― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951

[oddness]

things i’m good at:

not answering texts/chats

getting my hopes up 

daydreaming

being awkward

pissing people off

sleeping

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Sunrise, Louise Glück

[geryone]

“The Sleepwalker” by Ruth Awad from We Call to the Eye & the Night: Love Poems by Writers of Arab Heritage

[inthesensethat-deactivated20240]

[seaoflove]

i log in. i reblog quotes and poems and posts that slice me in half or whatever. i log out

[nyancrimew]

we are past swifties calling themselves punks and have arrived at swift calling herself punk

[ruckuscauser]

[podencos]

I do believe in the power of sitting in your car just a little longer before heading inside, lying upside down on the couch, cloud gazing well into adulthood, taking the time to learn something new, humility, recollecting your dreams, pressing something warm against your belly, small talk w strangers, odes to romance, a lit candle on your countertop while you cook, having a sense of humor about life

[lifeinpoetry]

Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It’s so beautiful, the moon. They’re so beautiful, the flowers.

— Noor Hindi, from “Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.

[theerastour]

wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark...