[wildnotmild]

The signs as letters between Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West

Aries: "Do you really love me? Much? Passionately not reasonably?"

Taurus: "But I do adore you — every part of you from heel to hair. Never will you shake me off, try as you may."

Gemini: "I always have such need to merely talk to you. Even when I have nothing to talk about — with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it."

Cancer: "I wish I didn’t love you so much. No I don’t though; that’s not true. I am glad I do. I don’t know what to say to you except that it tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to you."

Leo: "Yes, I am glad you miss me, even if it is ‘damned unpleasant.'"

Virgo: "You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses. And I really don’t resent it."

Libra: "The flowers have come and are adorable, dusky, tortured, passionate like you—"

Scorpio: "I wish you could live in my brain for a week. It is washed with the most violent waves of emotion."

Sagittarius: "You may have discovered entire new countries in your own soul."

Capricorn: "I find I get more and more disagreeably solitary; In fact I foresee the day when I shall have gone too far into myself that there will no longer be anything to be seen of me at all. Will you, please, remember to pull away the coverings from time to time?"

Aquarius: "I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd."

Pisces: "I suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. I know at least that I miss you damnably: that is a good fixed star."

[vivienvalentino]

[thismynewname]

Yesssssss

[berniesrevolution]

[lifeinpoetry]

well don’t the bible say a woman’s survival depends upon her ability to slay a man? don’t it say the best way to bleed a thing is with a slut’s grip?

Amber Atiya, from “I Suppose I Could Buy A Lemon Press for $7.49 From Target But These Hands,” West Branch Wired’s Ache of a Prism In Us (via wethinkwedream)

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[fkn-ruude]

when I love someone I put my all into them no matter what, doesn’t sound like a bad thing but nothing has fucked me up more

[fkn-ruude]

Someone plz play with my hair while I nap on you

[wildnotmild]

Where are you?

[cocaineteas]

[dopelez-deactivated20160716]

Only one not bothered is the dad

[imogeneandwillie]

[crystalheartfaequeen]

dance darlings

[northerist]

what the fuck are you going to do with someone who wants the stars during the day- and the sun in an eclipse?

(via northerist)

[claireluisa]

Drunk text me. I want to be the one you think of when you can’t think straight.

“Drunk Texts are Flattering” by Claire Luisa (via gefuehlsdistanziert)

[caylaszalkowski-deactivated2017]

[anitaillemann]

[wildnotmild]

Some mornings I wake up with tears in my eyes

Some mornings I wake up with tears in my eyes, streaming down one cheek and clogging up my left sinus cavity. Some mornings I wake up to the sound of my insides screaming in agony because they want to tell you how much you've hurt us. On these mornings I just wait. I can't get out of bed like this. I keep telling you how much you've hurt me but I don't think you quite grasp the amount of pain I'm actually in. Maybe you don't care. You'd never tell me if you didn't and I think that makes it hurt more. I can't even tell if I'm angry anymore. Maybe just sad that I can't wrap myself in your skin and muffle my screaming bones. Maybe I feel empty. I don't know anymore. Just some mornings, I wake up with tears streaming down the left side of my face and I know they're your fault.

[sat-ch1t-ananda-deactivated2018]

i sense your pull, with every squeeze of pulse, as beats tug at our red string, and deepest wants convulse. surfacing again and again is the sensation im missing half of the warmth destined for my skin to remember and feel. so far, in this life, the universe has thoroughly reshuffled my prescription to heal in this particular incarnation; still, i know i have once and forever known the contour of your presence and your heart remains my ultimate fate. i love you, though i don’t remember your kiss, nor know your most recent face, soulmate. but, you exist. so, trust, my love, that i will not rest until i find you and reconnect our beautiful oneness of secure, familiar bliss.

–me ॐ

[anancientheart]

i am learning to embrace the void of you.

Emery Allen (via wethinkwedream)