One Day...I Am Going To Wake Up, Look Over And Find You Peacefully Asleep Beside Me, I Will Admire How

One day...I am going to wake up, look over and find you peacefully asleep beside me, I will admire how beautiful you are and I will draw you closer, showering you with tender kisses.

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seeking, yearning, reaching hands

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From March 12 to 13, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

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2 months ago

When I see them, I can only think about Van Gogh’s Almond Blossom if they were painted seasonally.

[Darjeeling’23, seasonal hue of Autumn and Spring]

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1 month ago

— natalie díaz, from “american arithmetic”, postcolonial love poem (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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4 months ago

Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "The Anguish," originally published in 2018

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4 months ago

kiss me hard enough to invert me

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1 month ago

— Franz Kafka, The Castle | The Lovers of Valdaro

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1 month ago

“He’s the one who always lifts the lens with quiet reverence, capturing me in frames I never ask for. He knows I’m camera conscious, yet he clicks away like I’m a masterpiece in motion.

He never seeks the same in return, never turns the spotlight on himself, only smiles when I laugh, as if my joy is his reward. And truly, what’s more fascinating than a man in love? Not in grand declarations, but in the soft, unspoken gestures that make you feel seen, adored, safe.

When a man truly loves, the person beside him begins to bloom, and suddenly life tastes sweeter, time feels kinder, and everything broken begins to mend.

I wish I had the words to measure how fiercely I love him, how deeply I ache to be his, not just in this fleeting life, but in every realm beyond it, until stars fall silent and the universe forgets its own name. I feel blessed that I have him next to me.”

(Salvador Dali’s Art exhibition and others, VAG, February’25)