Dear Diary

His hallelujah wasn't the same as mine.

[lifeinpoetry]

Come. It’s morning. Let me brush the stars From your hair.

— Noelle Kocot, “Sappho to Erinna,” 4

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Mary Oliver, from Truro Bear & Other Adventures: Poems; “Coyote in the Dark,”

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Dacia Maraini, tr. by Tim Vode, from “Dreams of Clytemnestra,” wr. c. 1994

[lifeinpoetry]

When you left I walked into the ocean. Not to drown but to be held by something reluctant to let go.

Leila Chatti, from “Postcard from Gone,” published in wildness (via lifeinpoetry)

[thisismoiokay]

“At some point in your childhood, you and your friends went outside to play together for the last time, and nobody knew it"

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

And I dare say that you, my love, are worth it all. – Lukas W.

[dasfinanzamt-deactivated2026030]

hall of mirrors, silêmanî, kurdistan (x)

the pieces of broken mirror represent 182,000 victims of the anfal campaign, and the lights represent the 4,500 kurdish villages wiped off the map.

[oiseauperdu-deactivated20210420]

There are souls that you feel to lean forward to, like a sun-filled window.

Federico García Lorca (via literatuer)

[thisismoiokay]

I wonder what they see when they look at you, Do they notice your sharp jawline? Can they see your inviting collarbones? Do they fantasise about marking your neck whenever you're wearing a tshirt? Do they watch the way your eyes crinkle up at the edges when you laugh? These passerbys that see you around, that pay you no heed; How can they resist the urge to kiss the little beauty spot on your lip? How do they never get distracted by your little laughs mid conversation? Don’t they see your sexy arms, don’t they want to just lick them? Don't they ever want to grab your hand and just never let go?

I can see the sun gazing down at you right now, bathing you in its beauty. Beauty upon beauty; You are light upon light.

I can't help but think, perhaps selfishly as I am obviously biased that every single person who encounters you and does nothing, Every guy that doesn't speak to you Every girl that doesn't look at you twice Is a complete and utter fool. How can anyone ignore such a man? And yet, as you are mine, I am glad they don't.

[wnq-movies]

I will keep loving you, in spite of yourself. My heart beats faster when I think of you. Nothing else matters.

The Last Metro (1981), Dir. François Truffaut (via wnq-movies)

[thisismoiokay]

i’ve had laryngitis for almost a week now and even then, when we video call and I'm in my ugly pjs with vicks on my throat and feeling red and feverish you still tell me how cute i look and how much you miss my face, and gah you are the medicine to my soul

[thisismoiokay]

1 year 6 months later

and we’re still the same and we spoke on the phone today and you looked so fucking handsome that i actually sighed ‘ugh i did so well’ to myself and then you said ‘what was that’ because you couldn't hear what i’d said and i just smiled and said you look REALLY GOOD TODAY in my dramatic way with my awkward smile and you just laughed and i just smiled and scrunched up my nose in embarrassment and i love youuuuuuuu godddd i love you.

[thisismoiokay]

15/07/17

A picnic in the park and it was perfect. Saturday's in the park with you are perfect.

[mitten]

[lifeinpoetry]

i wonder what do you feel under your skin is it sin ?

Kelsey Castaneda, from “poems from ‘the hums,’” published in Yes, Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

How fortunate it is, to stumble upon someone so special, who bears a love that kills all the pain in you, that heals and restores your brokenness without asking for anything but the smile on your face to stay, in return.

Lukas W. // A love that heals (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[the-bookshop]

Source.

[isiah1948]

Oh my!