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— unknown
you would have thought it was meant to be
Always
(she gives a fuck)
oh to run away and become a pretentious classics student somewhere in new england
i’d do anything for me. i love me.
"I write about love like I know it so well, but to be honest, love and I have never officially met."
- Pieces of me, 8, "Someday we'll meet"
Everything is better when I'm with her
Do you ever feel like you miss out on life, because you are not able to socialize the way most people do?
Lloyd Schwartz, from The Handbook of Heartbreak: 101 Poems of Lost Love and Sorrow; “Who's on first?”
[Text ID: "I love you, you know." / "Yes... but why?"]
"Conversation in Courtship" from Love Poems of Ancient Egypt, tr. by Ezra pound and Noel Stock
[Text ID: "Her lips are enchantment, / her neck the right length / and her breasts a marvel; / Her hair lapis lazuli in its glitter, / her arms more splendid than gold."]
if she got a tumblr,keep her bro she’s special
Love Row ~
nothingness is normalcy
& normally, I wouldn't express this
but today I came here to address this
- & to put it simply,
this solitude is all I'm left with
If I could push this feeling inside someone else's gut, I would tear it from my chest
all I can do is give you the world
& hope for the best
thought loving you would be the death of me,
- welcome to love row
maybe its the way your energy takes over the room
you bring light to the gloom
you've reached your full potential,
like flowers in bloom
your successful
still this,
fear of being alone looms large inside your heart
maybe that's why you questioned me from the start
2 souls can't be as 1 if they've already drifted apart
If I could reach these good times in my mind, I would grab hold & never let go
they're mine, I own it
- can we get lost in this moment?
& if we ever find our way back here again,
may we express our gratitude like the attitude of a friend
- nothing can compare to what we shared
maybe that's why since you parted I feel as though I have nothing left......
.....on Love Row, breathing my last breath 🥀
Arielle Twist, from Disintegrate/Dissociate; “Mother/Creator”
[Text: “Mother, / I don’t know if I can do this / can I process / can I forget / can I be whole / can I be holy / I know / I can’t breathe / with these broken ribs”]
1. Just - Radiohead / 2. A Primer for the Small Weird Loves - Richard Siken / 3. The Hangover - Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec / 4. A House in Nebraska - Ethel Cain / 5. After the Misdeed - Jean Beraud / 6. Abject Permanence - Larissa Pham / 7. You Know I’m No Good - Amy Winehouse
I wanna be your “3am, I can’t sleep” text
Mary Oliver, from “Marengo.” [ID in alt text]
“You have witchcraft in your lips.” - William Shakespeare, Henry V