Mary Oliver, From Long Life: Essays And Other Writings Originally Published In 2004

show me the places where the others gave you scars (insp.)

Querer no puedo, mas que amarte, pues eres la dicha de este corazón errante, preciosa doncella de presencia distante. Me vuelves de humo ante tu aliento, vago en el ósculo de tu ser henchido de fuego... Ven, respírame, que sin ti me muero. Desear más sería pecado, con saberte viva me doy por atrapado. No importa si muero, en ti, encerrado. Curioso es que, contigo, el fuego que Somos se vuelve suspiro de vapor entre nubes de diamantes.

— Esu Emmanuel©, I cannot want you, but I can love you, for you are the joy of this wandering heart, precious maiden of distant presence. You turn me into smoke before your breath, I wander in the osculum of your being full of fire... Come, breathe me in, for without you I die. To wish for more would be a sin, knowing you're alive I'm trapped. It doesn't matter if I die, enclosed in you. Curious is that, with you, the fire that we are becomes a sigh of steam among clouds of diamonds.

excerpt from who cares if it’s a choice? snappy answers to 101 nosy, intrusive, and highly personal questions about lesbians and gays by ellen orleans, june 1994

I wanna run away with someone in the middle of the night and go on adventures and see the world and eat at cheap truck stops and sit on top of our car and look at the stars and just be somewhere other than here. 

“‘a hymn to the love that dares not speak its name.’ not for all eyes but just for those women who have walked soft in the dark dark light. i give you my praise - a song of many textures and moods.”  from the cover of pointblank times: a lesbian/feminist publication, vol. 2 no. 5, june 1976

Lana 💙🌹

i love studying. i love writing. i love reading. i love learning languages. i love doing mathematics. i love wandering over some particular sum and trying to come up with formulas to solve it. i love physics. i love biology. i love chemistry. i love history. i love literature. i love learning.

not to achieve the perfect grades ever. but it just amazes me that there's so much to know and learn and write and read about in the universe. my curiosity wouldn't get enough of it.

Insufficient

I loved you. maybe still do, who knows? maybe it hurts me to think I still love and care for you when the feeling may or may not be mutual on your side.

It hurts to know I gave you my all for the time it lasted, I poured all my love and affection to you as you undoubtedly continued to mourn for her. was I not enough? what was it she had and I didn't ? was my smile not attractive enough? was my hair not long enough? all I wanted was to enjoy sleepless nights in your embrace but I guess that was not in your plans. the effort was way too much for you to put in. does it even hurt you that we're no longer one. does my absence not affect you? was it even real... I mean what we had was it real? or was it merely a distraction for you to forget her? I guess I'll never know.