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wherever you are and whoever you may be, know that i hope you’re okay. you are a light in this world🤍
I think of you often when I look at the moon and stars knowing you are out there looking at them as well
𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦
to live a life surrounded by love and to radiate love, that's the only goal
“You touch me like I am everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do.”
— T. James (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
Carl Phillips, from “Almost Tenderly”, Then the War: And Selected Poems, 2007-2020
The meaning of life… clearly has to do with love — what and whom and how one can love.
Oliver Sacks, who would have been 93 today, on despair and the meaning of life.
To eat raspberries (I just ate a cupful) is to live.
July 3, 1964 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977
as my final act of love, I will swallow every "please stay" and turn it into silence so you don't feel trapped by my ache
i think humans are meant to lay in bed with the love of their life all winter.
— Melissa Cox
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
Anne Truitt, from a diary entry featured in Daybook: The Journal of an Artist
unaligned (2016)