and maybe i am a little bit in love with all of my friends. how could i not be when they place their whole heart in my hands and trust me to carry it safely home? lazy days spent in comfortable silence, tearful nights spent giving each other a reason to live. the exhilaration of learning your little quirks melting into a future where i know you better than the lines on my open palms. mutual understanding to be forever gentle with one another. inside jokes that follow me long after you've gone, reminding me to slow down and laugh a little more. your eyes are the lens through which i can see the world with love. your embrace is the shelter under which i find strength to continue on.
— Richard Siken, from Littany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out
I started this one when the first book released and I never finished. I glad, cause this way I could add Alex!
Art is mine, pls, DO NOT repost or edit without permission. Reblogs are fine!
tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.
"Love doesn't conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool."
I've grown kinda resentful of the trope " love can't fix everything" not because it's untrue; to its core, it's not. It just feels...Redundant? Because we KNOW that; We know people need realism and acceptance of bad things in order to deal with said bad things, but love has never been about hiding from consequence or effort. Love, in it's truest, rawest form, is MOTIVATION. It's love that keeps us standing and love that pushes forward. Love that breaks and rebuilds. Love that keeps us surviving.
Love has never been about fixing; Love is healing.
i’ll never admit how badly i want to be wanted. not out loud, at least. i read books and poetry, and i watch films, all about the kind of love that takes your breath away. i want someone to love me. i want someone to wrap their arms around me, to play with my hair, to rub my back. i want to be wanted. i want to be someone’s number one person, their favorite. i want to be the first person they want to tell their good news to. and i can never admit it because if i did, i’d have to admit that i’m terrified i won’t ever be.
Sketch by Channing H.M
Find what you love and let it kill you.
- Charles Bukowski
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
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