juleskies
unfortunately, I write
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Sometimes it feels like a lie to call myself a poet --
The world is a gorgeous, ethereal place --
All I've ever done is, do my best to use what little words I have to tell you what my eyes have happened to see, and, what my heart has happened to feel.
I'm just another of life's many plagiarists --
Stealing experiences for myself and pretending they're words born from my soul --
So what's the term, then, when the universe's machinations bring me across someone like you, and my heart is filled with so many words that I could write a thousand novels?
A poet?
A thief?
Or simply a woman with a mind, taken, filled to the brim by chance, with desire, need, and affection?
"Could you even describe the warmth of a glowing moon?" V. Rue, 2025.
Ken van Sickle
Till death do us part? Yea no you’re not getting out of this that easily
Where you are understood, you are at home.
John O'Donohue
M #43
you told me you wanted to stop because you were hurting me. but it's been four months, and i'm still crying, hurting, barely breathing.
likes your post so you see me in your notes and want to kiss me
long distance friendships
sonder
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✨ Nicholas [weverse 20250424]
my sleep schedule is kinda A JOKE
My kink is getting some fuckin sleep
𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕 ˚₊‧꒰ა ິ🎵 ິ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐
4月26日 𐂯ིྀ 桜の季節はもう少し先。 🌸 ♥︎
⠀ ⏝ ♪ ⏝ ♥︎ ⏝ ♬ ⏝ ♥︎ ⏝ ♪ ⏝
୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ 🍓 ストロベリーフレイバー よりも あ-な-た
His and hers matching bite marks
@lovesdaya
He said he loved me, but his silence screamed louder than his words.
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume 1 1931-1934
No man has ever looked at me the way you do. Its not lust. Its not love either. Its beyond human experience, something no one has ever witnessed, so it lacks a name. Its something higher than simple love.
I broke in places no one could see, and smiled like nothing ever cracked.
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selfishly, i want this life.
selfishly, i want it with you.
i want late sunday mornings in bed, and i want them in your bed, and i want you in my bed, blanketed by the soft light that shines in, by the gentle songs of birds, by an open window, that lets in a sweet-smelling breeze that tells us that spring is almost here.
i want another spring with you, i want another year with you.
i want everything this life will offer me, i want to see what it will offer you. i want what takes shape in its molding, what each of us becomes in its unfolding. i want the cracks that will emerge, i want every hardened, and broken, and ugly piece that we hide away from the world.
i want to laugh and cry again with you, i want to do it all over again with you.
i open my hands to the earth. i hope for the weight of your hands in mine.
selfishly, i want to be alive.
selfishly, i want it to be you.
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@kiisuuumii (love letter)
the lover’s almanac : part one.
x
Joy Sullivan, “When My Friend Is Low, We Walk by the River”, Instructions for Traveling West
funny thing about university libraries is that sometimes they let you in even if you’re not a student. sometimes they let you look at and check out books as just some guy with very intense hyperspecific interests. and that’s so real of them
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, from a letter featured in The Life & Letters of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
// Rainer Maria Rilke. Selected Letters, 1902-1922