this is the best feeling

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

i love you intimacy in reverse order. yes we've had sex before and i know all the details of your pleasure, but i don't know anything else. i don't know what it feels like to embrace you carelessly. i can barely hold your hand, the grip is so slight it makes me lose my breath. i want to kiss you but what pressure is the right one? how much is too intimate? yes we've had sex and i've done all these things before - but without the guise of mutual pleasure, can i be sure you won't turn me away? will you allow me the delicate feeling of your hand in mine when you know it is me asking to hold it? i know i've held you before with our clothes off, but can i hold you even tighter? may i listen to the steady sound of your heartbeat? is it alright to look for it in front of everyone? yes, yes of course we've had sex before. i know what you look like naked, ive touched you with the lights off. is it alright to want see you with them on? in the morning, with the sun flitting through the blinds?is it alright to want you when the sun is up? yes we've had sex before but have we ever been intimate? can we be? tell me that it's alright to hold you. no, not like that. just like this.

[butterflypeaflowertea]

beloved is such a good endearment. it’s like so intensely loving, so tender, so succinct & to-the-point. beloved! one who is much loved (by me!)

[budzaya]

How many times can the same thing break your heart?

[zw-me-anasfaleies]

As long as you love it.

[xyouaremyhomex]

“as long as you love it” this really hit me

[feral-ballad]

Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"

[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]

[perfectday1972]

via constantbageltherapy

[ploktalks]

[metamorphesque]

— Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

[text ID: I once loved you, now I don’t know you at all.]

[geryone]

For Your Own Good, Leah Horlick

[serious]

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

When we weren't together we were looking for each other. It isn't strange that you think love, which is so much like a season, will never end; because sometimes you think a season will never end—no matter that you tell yourself you know it will.

– John Crowley, Engine Summer

[loveserum]

tongue tied summer

[stuffedgrapeleaves]

postcards say IM HERE. IM HERE AND I LOVE YOU. IN THIS SPACE AND TIME AND WHEREVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE. THERE IS A SPACE BETWEEN THOSE SPACES THAT CONNECTS US AND ITS FULL OF LOVE. I’LL MEET YOU THERE.

[stuffedgrapeleaves]

same energy

[artistsbooksandmultiples]

Michael DuMontier & Neil Farber Personal Messages Vol.4 Winnipeg, Canada: Self-published, 2019 15 pp., 4.25 x 2.5, loose leaves in envelope Edition of 250 initialled and numbered copies

[fkkieran]

the most beautiful jeans in existence

[latenightcornerstore]

It’s summer, which means my skin is all honey before noon. Which means I’m celebrating the anniversaries of lovers I never kissed and bodies I never loved. Which means the air is humid as an open mouth with all this wanting.

POPSICLES AND GEORGIA O’KEEFFE PAINTINGS by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

[oofpoetry]

When I replace these, there’s no going back. When I throw these out, the only thing that will remember your small ragged-breath sleeping will be me. No more touch memory on my pillowcases. No more “I can almost smell you.” I think the walls of this room have already forgotten you used to breathe here.

Trista Mateer, “Picking New Sheets”

[my-teen-quote]

[stckwll]