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@taylor12230
This is so cool!!!!
Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Sidereal Colloquy,"
I think love hides itself
in moments like these.
Not in grand declarations,
or fireworks,
or the stories people tell later
but in the sight of you
standing at a stove,
singing to yourself,
completely unaware
that you’re stealing my breath away.
You stir a spoon through a pot,
hum a song under your breath,
and somehow the whole world softens.
And there I am,
hundreds of miles away,
wishing the distance would fold in on itself
just long enough
for me to walk into the kitchen,
wrap my arms around your waist,
and rest my chin on your shoulder.
Not to interrupt.
Not to be noticed.
Just to be there.
To smile when you smile.
To sway when you sing.
To exist in the warmth of a room
that already feels like home
because you’re in it.
Maybe that’s what keeps happening to me.
I keep falling for you
in the ordinary moments.
The moments where you’re not trying to be beautiful,
yet somehow you are.
The moments where you’re simply being yourself,
and I find myself loving you more than I did
the moment before.
So you keep cooking.
Keep singing.
And I’ll keep sitting here,
completely hopeless,
falling for you all over again.
if i had a nickel for every time a female character suffered her entire life just to die at the end, i’d have too many fucking nickels stop doing this to them
You break my heart. Then again, you break everyone's heart. — St. Elmo's Fire 1985 | dir. Joel Schumacher
movies that live in my heart
"Wear your scars with pride. They are the proof that you were stronger than whatever tried to destroy you."
historians say they were friendly neighbors 👀
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Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Boris Pasternak featured in Letters, Summer 1926
The hardest battle is between your old habits and your new standards.
Actions speak louder than words but consistency speaks louder than both. Choose people who always make you feel wanted.