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Freshly Flipped Iceberg in Jökulsárlón Glacial Lagoon, Iceland [3072x4080] [OC] - Author: jrharte
“literary sext: Tell me you don’t know how to midnight without me. Send me a picture of that empty space on the couch beside you. Say this is yours; this loneliness for love when the sun is off dreaming. Tell me you can see the ghost of me curling up, wrapping myself around your warmth. Tell me this is how the sky must feel when she meets the horizon. This is how it feels to come home.”
— Schuyler Peck (via schuylerpeck)
“I Ask the Sea” by Seraphine Saintclair
If I cannot love you openly like I wish, if I cannot hold your hand when walking Or wrap you in my arms late at night. Then I will love you silently, in my mind and behind closed eyes For there, there is no rejection or heartbreak. And surely it is better to love silently than to not love at all?
—unknown
by Faraj Bou al-Isha
como se hace la luz dentro del ojo | © víctor m. alonso
“todo se hace en silencio \ como se hace la luz dentro del ojo” [Jaime Sabines]
“She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.”
— Catherynne M. Valente
color study: lavender blue by Ezra Leary
Crashing out over an old lost love. A safe space for my thoughts and mild optimism. 2025She/They
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