Inhale and Out

Ariana | 24 | Queer | NorCal | Hopeless Romantic, Ravenous Bookworm, Fastidious to a Fault Art l Coffee/Wine l Misandry "And in the end, we were all just humans...drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness."

[atothomas]

[simena]

[unevenbreaths]

She knows it’s month-end quarter-end, and that I’m juggling but I hate juggling. /She/ hates juggling. I’m stressed so I don’t call her unless I’m at That Point. She knows all this so. She calls you. I only vaguely register the shifting of the bed as you scramble to pick up. 

Must be hours later when I open my eyes to catch the tail end of a wince. You’re frozen, phone in one hand, charger in the other. Wide-eyed. I pull you down as you manage to get out “Let me call you right back.” 

Sighs. God She loves you so much. She loves you too. You hold up half my sky.  Excuse me while I kiss the sky. 

[mcqueenadillo]

[eyestothe-skies]

[unevenbreaths]

I am so goddamn lucky to have grown up the way I did, surrounded therethere by unconditional love. Her, Big, Facesake, AKT, the Captain, Heart, Handsome, Art, Lane, countless immortal others. It’s tremendous. And you’re the tip of the iceberg, Bee. I won the Life lottery.

This month isn’t really for me, you get that - She loves me. Still. I am so /so/ fucking proud (that, I cannot deny) to kiss you in the middle of the street, lean my forehead on yours between, hold you tight all the while. In the honesty of daylight. Unapologetic. To say, “Yes. This is who I love and how. Come and fucking end me then. If it is such an egregious assault on your sensibilities. Go on.” You, I refuse to love by halves. It wouldn’t keep. You are the Love whose name I dare always speak, dare roar. 

I love you more than one more day. Happy Pride, baby. 

[unevenbreaths]

[sweet-cider]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I cannot help loving you more than is good for me;

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, from a letter to Charlotte von Stein c. 1784

[trend-spotting]

[bruwho]

[unevenbreaths]

First day of summer. You kissed me before leaving for brunch. I lounged alone well into the afternoon. A note slipped between the buttons of a linen shirt you purposefully hung askew. And one of my own: 

"so ends my favorite and begins yours. to mornings of glorious bedhead lightening by the day. freckles abound your honey golden face too. endless days of warm freedom and to nights wrapping you up in only my long, tanned arms. most of all.” 

I’d swallow humble pie a la mode at the end of every meal gladly if your Unstoppable Force will meet this Immovable Object and then some.

[thefactoryoffashion]

[liewhite]

[nowidontgotobrooklyn-deactivate]

[vicsecretmodels]

[kittenplaylist]