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My heart is out of town

[wetheurban]

How lucky we are to experience boring, ordinary, uneventful days. Somewhere in the world, that kind of safety is unimaginable.

[mournfulroses]

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. Holland, featured in The Letters of Emily Dickinson

[lexxnova]

Don’t forget to imagine the best case scenario too

[fantastic-forest]

[crimsolyn]

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.

[thoughtkick]

“The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.”

— Rhian Ellis

[boneychop]

[my-aesthetics-world]

🖤🖤

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

[creatingnikki]

You live like you’ve lived before and you grieve like you’ll not live again. Time is a joke or is it the longest running joke on us? I know soon enough I will not remember, and sooner yet, I shall not care. The collarbone, the tears, the intimacy of our phone calls. It was real for a breath and now it is stale. Memory like bread that has been expired but you don’t see the mold, it’s a shame to throw it out already. I’m going to drink my confused decoction of luke warm iced coffee and I sip from that glass straw I will sigh at the echo of your laugh… somewhere tucked in my cells still holding on to the softness you touched me with. And yet, once the coffee is over, I will remember that the highest grace, the most precious thing I have given myself is the ability to say no and walk away from lunar love. No use it is, these periodic desires and waning feelings. My heart is steadier and it seeks the radiance of love that shows up eagerly, naturally, rotation after rotation until revolutions have passed by and our hands are still in each other’s, firmly, gently.

[weltenwellen]

Hanif Abdurraqib, The Crown Ain't Worth Much

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, “little prayer”

[remnant-thoughts]

Treasure the company that stays despite oncoming change and ongoing constants. The kind that weathers storms and celebrates the lulls alongside you. Those whose presence feels steadfast even with months of silence or years apart. Cherish the people whose love is felt across oceans, spanning valleys, and transcending language often lost when the living passes too quickly or gets too real.

"It is truly wonderful to have and hold dear" remnant-thoughts

[meanwhilepoetry]

I had the dream again, the one where I am standing in the mist asking you to love me despite the ruins of both our childhoods. You tell me the story, the one you love, about the two wolves sharing prey after a forest fire and how even in chaos, hunger is the only thing that can be named. We are all seeking what can sate us in the end. But we devoured each other without consideration for what comes after. Your brutality with the truth. My gnawing ache for vengeance. Our ruined childhoods. Our story always had too many fangs. Tell me, is it too late for us to know each other again? And if it is, why do your wounds still howl with the precise cadence as mine? Why does my heart know your heart's yearning like its own heartbeat?

-Nikita Gill, Chaos Story

[firstfullmoon]

Oliver Baez Bendorf, “Everything All at Once”

[389]

Iridescent Clouds by Pat Gaines

[wanderlandjournal]

winter morning walk

[sunsetquotes]

I’ve always liked the time before dawn because there’s no one around to remind me who I am supposed to be, so it’s easier to remember who I am.

Brian Andreas; Trusting Soul

[sunsetquotes]

To me it is really important to live in what I call the spaces in-between. Bus stations, trains, taxis, or waiting rooms in airports are the best places because you are open to destiny, you are open to everything and anything can happen.

Marina Abramović