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I was desperate for love. The thickness of it, I wanted the whole and the heart of it, the choke of...

I was desperate for love. The thickness of it, I wanted the whole and the heart of it, the choke of skin on skin. How much I wanted that more than I wanted you and I think you knew that longing is terrible. That it lingers just above the bones and wants for finger marks strong enough to break it open.

I think you knew that I was soft, softer than I am now and aching with it all. I wanted you but you could have been anyone, I wanted love but it could have looked like anything, I wanted the taste of it and didn’t recognise that ash was ash was ash. That no matter how many handfuls I could swallow, I would never be full.

Is it love if it's not all-consuming? Is it love if sometimes I forget that it exists? I don't know if I'm in love with him but he is the first person I think of when I read your poetry and other poetry.

Oh god, my love is so quiet and unassuming. It’s like sinking into a warm bath. My love is constant and gentle and safe. My love is always there when I get home. It keeps me comforted and calm and myself.

For all the strength, the softness and the vulnerability of women. I’m here for it, forever.

For all the strength, the softness and the vulnerability of women. I’m here for it, forever.

you are a soft, brilliant little thing and i constantly marvel at your existence

oh please don’t, at the moment, I just feel small and little.

noirsilk:I want my time with You by Tracy Emin

noirsilk:

I want my time with You by Tracy Emin

violentwavesofemotion:“I know about love the way the fields know about light, the way the forest...

violentwavesofemotion:

“I know about love the way the fields know about light, the way the forest shelters,”

— Rabia of Basra, tr. by Daniel Ladinsky from “The Way the Forest Shelters,”

hozierarthistory:Danae by Gustav Klimt // Cherry Wine by...

hozierarthistory:

Danae by Gustav Klimt // Cherry Wine by Hozier

Short note for my mid 20 somethings. I feel like I’m stagnating and that’s hard. I feel like I hit...

Short note for my mid 20 somethings. I feel like I’m stagnating and that’s hard. I feel like I hit my peak 5 years ago. I feel aimless and hopeless and lost. I feel constantly drained. I am measuring my self worth based on how much money I can earn a year and what I say to people when they ask me what I’m doing. At the moment, nothing. I’m doing nothing. I’m unemployed and exhausted by it. I’m tired and tired and tired. I’m trying to remind myself that I’m more than this moment right now. I’m trying to remind myself that there is light and someday I’ll be bathed in it.

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In this story he's smoking a cigarette on the front porch of my heart. He's saying goodbye and all of the muscles in my heart are constricting like they're trying to force him to stay. He puts out the cigarette with his foot and with that, all of the light

In this story, you are miles away. Your home is flooded with sunlight. You are standing alone but not lonely at a lightful window. Underneath you, there are heartaches and happiness, there are pregnancies and marriages and death. In this story, you have not forgotten about the boy or the cigarette, in this story you remember the better times, the joy of love and the crisp ache of love leaving. In this story you are full and alive and happy.