Crashing out over an old lost love. A safe space for my thoughts and mild optimism. 2025She/They
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early summer’s lush green
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Constantine P. Cavafy, from The Collected Poems of C. P. Cavafy; "A Love,"
Water Lilies painted by Claude Monet (1840 - 1926)
The Yerres, Rain (1875) by Gustave Caillebotte
Ibrahim Rifath
Good night my self
That man wrote THREE albums, THREE, about how devastating that relationship was to him and his mental health only to come running when they called again, six or seven years later, ready to pick right back up.
Love is a hell of a drug.
Constantine P. Cavafy, from The Collected Poems of C. P. Cavafy; "A Love,"
twenty years across the sea
Oh, Hello May! l Rami Ammoun
rainy day.
stormcloud
I need such a long hug where you kinda forget whatever else is happening around you for a minute.
I wrote this six years ago and it’s all still true
David Benioff, Troy
// Adapted from Homer, The Iliad
the universe has a plan for you, even if you can't see it yet.
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
by daniel_casson
— likeawritingdesk (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
— Jonathan Safran Foer
I was sixteen when a boy told me- “I’ll cross oceans for you and scream your name from rooftops.” I felt like I finally got a hold of love , nuzzling its scent on my fingertips.
Years in the periphery, we lost sight of eachother or maybe there weren't many rooftops left to shout my name from.
Today, at the dinner table, I saw my husband deliberately taking small bites from his burger while everybody else was hustling to leave the table. I realised I still hadn’t finished my meal. While I cut my steak , his presence loomed beside me- the most blissful silence I have ever been in , the slowest passage of time.
Maybe, love doesn't come from people who can bind the moon to your arms. It is someone who can let go of a few minutes to sit by your side , in a world that doesn't wait.