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-Benedict Smith, I wish I wrote the way I thought

"Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuation and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I've felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I've pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing."

-Melissa Broder, from "Life without Longing," The New York Times

Traditional European Christmas time monsters, photographer across the Europe by Charles Fréger.

Can someone PLEASE make a John/Millie edit with that song on tik tok "if I could see your face once more, I'd die a happy man I'm sure"

We lay, my love and I, beneath the weeping willow Singing 'Oh willow waly' till my lover return to me.

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Pine Tree and Full Moon by Katsushika Hokusai (1848)

Anger Is Heat

It starts as a spark, a flicker. It start as a glimpse. For only a moment, the darkness is seized. For only a moment.

Then

Another strike of the match and the room bursts into flames.

Ever corner. Every crevice. Light spreads like a disease.

It's cool, touchable almost- at first. It dances atop your fingertips.

You could extinguish it easily, a simple breath could end it. You should blow it out now.

And then it is warm.

It is the heat of a summer's day. Next it is the steam of a kettle. Within seconds it is the flame of candle.

And then it's the sun.

It burns everything it touches, dressing you in charcoal, leaving you steaming.

Destruction.

Damage.

You opened that window and that fire spread. Sucked out into the fresh air. The cool air.

You should have blown it out.

You can't take back the burns. The scars. The pain. You can't take back the fire.

You can't take back the heat.