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let’s talk about the universe and make out
i love my solitude but i was meant to be a lover
women's thighs. you agree. reblog.
to sleep in one another's arms, and dream of waves, flowers, clouds, woods.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, from "Epipsychidion" in The Collected Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley
“I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you,” is one of the rawest lines in all of fiction and it pierces me like a blade every time I hear it
― Ivan Bunin, The Collected Stories
[text ID: In October I confessed my love for her, and she allowed me to kiss her.]
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She’s like warm days, sunshine, honey and love.
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“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
april 2024
Anna Akhmatova, White Flock
Franz Kafka, referring to Milena Jesenská in a letter to Max Brod featured in "Kafka: The Tremendous World I Have Inside my Head,"
And while I should experience
A threat of danger,
I am enamored by her blaze.
The warmth, the pure and desperate hunger
In those dancing flames,
Look more like open arms to me
Than they ever have a warning.
this has definite imodna energy
I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.