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the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.
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.
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.
Sebastian Pether, master of moonlight. Paintings from (1790-1844) Vkontakte
beloved is such a good endearment. it’s like so intensely loving, so tender, so succinct & to-the-point. beloved! one who is much loved (by me!)
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.
Sketch by Channing H.M
— Richard Siken, from Littany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out
me and who?
A View In Venice, Rio S. Marina by Franz Richard Unterberger (Austrian, 1837 —1902)
Nanjing and Hangzhou by 木白-文
youtube.com/watch?v=tc-jMrxgPsw&t=47s
open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see.
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!
when you wake up, your whole world’s flipped. it’s just different, and you know you gotta go with it, and that’s just simply growing up, and not see it in a negative way. you have to see it as it’s been given to you. i mean, as much as times can be crazy, you’re going to feel like that’s where you’re supposed to be, you’re not going to feel out of place anymore, you’re going to feel like that’s where you were meant to be. you don’t have to pretend that it’s easy all the time, you just let it go and grow with it and you can’t hold on to the old ‘you’ or the old ‘this’ or the old ‘that’ because, you know, you change. and its not changing in a bad way, its just changing because thats what happens in life. you grow up, everyone moves on, you’re just learning. you stay true to yourself. changing isn’t a bad thing; it never was, but at the end of the day, you know, you’re the same person, and where your heart is, that doesn’t change.
shawn mendes (from his new song “understand”)
