Lovers - Blog Posts
Literally my husband. I couldn’t believe that me teasing him so much while also showing him I do care had me fall head over heels
i love you mister casper adatewithdeath
Playtime….
Hello Sir…
Pretty Pink
MAYBE I AM
i’m running with nowhere to go
i’m crying with the lights on
constant searching for
something that’s only found in you
i want to reach out for more
swords hanging like my lightbulbs
sitting thinking
wondering if you feel the same too
and if you do
just know we’re mute
for not doing anything
when we know, how we feel too
and if you do
think us through
just know i saw all of this coming too
@missysi I sure can't leave your sexy ass alone. Kisses all day and night.
This is how I give kisses
"Is it better to speak or to die?"
André Aciman - call me by your name
It was just a good joint, good conversations and a good fuck
Then why did my inner child feel safe with you?
क्या आप मुझ पर खफ़ा हैं?
ये सासे जो पुकारती है मुझे, आपके हैं?
नस-नस में जो खून बेह रहा हैं,
न जाने कहाँ जा रहा हैं
काश इस जिंदगी ने बोल दी होती
सासे लेना क्या गुनाह हैं मेरी?
He's obsessed with her body right now. She likes him like this—kissing every part of her like he's deriving life force from it.
—When I am with you, Durjoy Datta.
“Loving someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.”
— A man called Ove, Fredrick Bachman.
“You don’t fool me, darling,” she said with a playful little smile and crept into his big arms. “You’re dancing on the inside, Ove, when no one’s watching. And I’ll always love you for that. Whether you like it or not.”
— A Man called Ove, Fedrik Backman
I hate you because I love you.
I love you, Dexter, so much.
I just don't like you anymore.
—One Day
Whatever happens tomorrow
We've had today
—One Day
On nights like this, I think of you, and on days like today, I want to forget us. You come and go leaving me deserted and homesick.
I hate holding back from you. You hurt me and yet the way you hold me, you're confusing me. You are cold and still, to me you are the only one I know how to love.
I have given you my best. My weakest of moments and I still choose you over the summer and rain. I love you now and forever. I love the pain, and love has never looked so merciful.
The way you are pathetic without me as I'm miserable without you. If I'm going down I'm taking you with me. #Devotion
#Misery.Indeed.Loves.Company
Am too soft for it all. #SacredHearts
SOBRE LOS FINALES
Hoy mi amanecer es solitario. En lo que había una vida entrelazada, hoy queda solo vacío. Su existencia se esfuma de mis horas y mi mente lucha con fuerza para mantenerse en pie, porque aunque parezca extraña, esa disrupcion abrupta de una realidad, la vida sigue. El cielo no es otro, si no el de todos los días, el tráfico, el viento permanecen intactos, como cualquier otro día. Las horas siguen sin inmutarse, la gente de siempre, las rutinas, todo sigue, nada cambia. Una punzada leve es el único testigo de los años que ya fueron, la nostalgia tan paralizante de los buenos días que ya no vendrán más. Memorias recreadas una y otra vez, en la imperfeccion de una mente humana que inventa para no olvidar.
Volverse un extraño, recordar la insignificancia de la humanidad en sí, los efímeros pasos en la vida de otros. No somos más que una suave brisa, una sombra del tiempo de quienes más nos amaron.
Recordar las pequeñas nimiedades, que eran sin saber los días más felices. Permanecer en silencio sin la necesidad de llenar el vacío con alguna conversación superflua, cantar al unísono mientras se diluyen los minutos en el tráfico de la ciudad, descansar en Paz y felicidad absoluta. Esos son las verdaderas alegrias.
Hoy se esfuma la posibilidad de futuros infinitos, toda la música, la vida, los días que ya nunca serán. No hay más anhelos, ni esfuerzos. Hoy hacemos tregua con el deseo, levantamos en alto la bandera blanca, para decir que nos rendimos. Ni esta ni ninguna guerra es infinita. Sólo el fin es seguro y hoy nos abraza con fuerza.
when you know that the first wlw relationship will end badly and your heart will be broken but you really think she's the one so you wait until after that first relationship to try to date her because it's not like she liked you back then anyway
‘The Lovers’ - Poem (& lyrics)
Luckily had a photo that fit the vibe
“You reach a point in life where you no longer want to impress anyone.
You no longer want to explain, to convince, or to chase after anything.
You want peace. You want truth. You want real people.
You’ve been where you gave everything… and it still wasn’t enough.
You’ve been around people who lost you easily… because they never truly understood you.
And now you know:
Better alone than surrounded by empty presences.
Better authentic than loved for a mask.
Better silence than conversations that no longer nourish you.
It’s not arrogance. It’s healing.”
we are just fleeting moments.
It all seems so fucking crazy, but I do like to think that as Ms. Swift traipses about the world to fun events like football games with Mr. Travis Kelce, that in the meantime, they are giving greater concern and critical thought to the world about them…
Fabricating her own demise at the moment…or genuinely happy in the ultimate masculine football fantasy??
It’s interesting to me how the interpretations of Ms. Swift are so much better deduced by people who hear her songs on the radio, or whatever, (you get me), versus my own ones…a longtime fan and genuine supporter for almost two decades; one who has studied and like - lip synced the absolute shit out of EVERY SINGLE SONG in this woman’s discography since 2008 and analyzed her PR game like a game of mother fucking scrabble…
Tree would shut any of this homosexuality shit down in a sec if a shred of it wasn’t true.
C’mon. Like nooooooo famous celebrity in the history of Hollywood or music industry was gay?!?!?! 🙉 When I propose the idea that T Swizzle could be a right queer, the normals shut it down immediately - these are people who don’t even “like” her or her music! 😂 They’re like, “Taylor Swift isn’t that good” I’m like - check it out from a queer perspective they’re like wow, that’s pretty fucked up if you look how many dudes she has been with I can’t believe you would think that about Taylor Swift I don’t appreciate her talent and have never listened to an album the whole way through but I will defend her heterosexuality till the end, man.
😅😅
I mean EVERYONE in drama class was queer. Like all of us lol. But somehow only the STRAIGHT PEOPLE had the drive to pursue their dreams and become successful entertainers?!? 😅 looool. No man; the straight kids were home playing house pretending happiness; the atypicals were out MAKING THE WORLD HAPPEN.
No man. They beard with each other. Did you SEE the latest promos of our girl and flamy football dude? 😜😜
we’re gonna be together forever, and we’re going to live in a house with colored glassware and floral wallpaper with some angel-faced kids who know too many curse words and i’m going to love you. i’m going to love you when you forget to grab the milk and when you kiss me after we fight and when i am laying in your arms during one of those corny kids movies. i will love you when our names end up on a tombstone together and they call me your wife in my obituary. ours is a forever love.
ours is a earth-shattering love. darling, you are in every pen-stroke. the back of my hand seems to yearn for your lips again. press yourself up against me, you told me you loved me last night, prove it. you lay your head in my lap, my fingers throb as i run them though your hair. i am not close enough to you. i fear i never will be.