Do I dare, and do I dare?

matters of the heart, both fleeting and not so much.

[opossum-handz]

[upright-fool]

"Rings" by ND Stevenson

My absolute favourite comic journal by Stevenson. Made me cry my eyes out. Even when I can't articulate it, it gets to the core of what I think love is.

[louisegluck]

Marina Tsvetaeva, tr. by Ilya Kaminsky, from “To Kiss a Forehead.” [ID in alt text]

[typewriter-worries]

starting a collection

links to each post - please go show some love <3

[typewriter-worries]

found some more <3

[pkaykim]

[shisasan]

22 January, 1973 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[daily-spooky]

[raultherata]

😔♥️

[grungebutsoft]

what Hozier song is this

[endless-unfolding]

We move toward each other Like two words That will join in a poem.

A small poem, a little song. But one in which we’re not alone.

—Gregory Orr, from Concerning the Book That Is the Body of the Beloved

[afternoonpoetics]

[sawasawako-archived]

[text ID:

I do think that love is very often about sacrifice. I mean sacrifice as in choosing, as in effort. I mean choosing as in the allocation of time, and energy, and the making of space and the setting aside of prejudices and the keeping of an open mind. I mean leaving the last half-slice of cake in the fridge; working late into Thursday evening to spend Friday evening together; picking them up at the train station even though they’ve long memorised the route to your flat. Even when it is a sacrifice happily made, a choice readily chosen, it is still the giving up of one life in favour of another. And I think it’s important to recognise that. I could be living a different life but I am choosing to live a life with you. It is a sacrifice. The stakes are that high. And I do it anyway. I do it because it’s you. I do it because I love you.

Sue Zhao

/ end ID]

[sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine]

relating to noah kahan's lyric "there's heaven in your eyes, I was not baptized" in the sense that you were not raised to think you were worthy of unconditional love, and that upon receiving love you immediately feel repentant in some way

[saintweaver]

Ron Padgett, The Absolutely Huge and Incredible Injustice in the World

[nofeelingisfinall]

love, always.

[west wind, mary oliver || the lovers of valdaro || in a week, hozier & karen cowley || leonard matlovich’s tombstone at the congressional cemetery in washington, dc. || everywhere, everything, noah kahan || memorial to a marriage, patricia cronin || cassandra clare]

[nour-ishment]

“I always have such need to merely talk to you. Even when I have nothing to talk about – with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it. I invent it for you. Because I never seem to run out of tenderness for you and because I need to feel you near. Excuse the bad writing and excuse the emotional overflow. What I mean to say, perhaps, is that, in a way, I am never empty of you; not for a moment, an instant, a single second.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West (via millesbianfalcon)

[kristina100000]

life is so ruthless so i must love you as hard as i can. basically

[textsineversentyou]

i wish i could grow on you

like a vine winding itself

around the trunk of a tree;

i wish i could fuse my skin to yours

with moss and rain

live with you,

live through you,

blanketing you with whatever meager protection i can offer,

and also,

leaning on you, depending on you when i must;

when the skies would open up and drop

their contents onto the earth,

we’d weather the storm together—

and together, witness

the bloom of fruit and colour

in its wake.

[wordsforyou111]

Intimacy is about safety. The peace you feel in someone’s presence. The ease in their voice when you disagree. Someone’s attentiveness when you are struggling. Their language when they speak about you, someone’s curiosity to learn you and the surrender when it comes to you.

[saintsebastiensbf]

Jane Austen, Emma

Sufjan Stevens, Futile Devices

Virginia Woolf, The Letters of Virginia Woolf

Hozier, Shrike

Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

Sierra DeMulder, Your Love Finds Its Way Back

Nizar Qabbani

“What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds.”

Katherine Mansfield