sometimes we don’t want love. we want to be chosen. to be seen fully, in all our chaos, silence, and need, and still be the one someone reaches for without hesitation. real connection isn’t loud. it’s in the small things. how someone stays when you’re quiet. how they look at you when you think you’ve said too much. how they don’t flinch when you’re not easy to hold. that’s what we ache for. not perfection. just presence.
I desire you with a intensity that burns to the touch 😘❤️😈
💗❤️🌹🔥
Saadi Youssef, tr. by Sinan Antoon & Peter Money, from Nostalgia, My Enemy; "A difficult variation"
[Text ID: "Did I know that my face would be wandering these roads after you?"]
Katie Ford, from If You Have to Go: Poems; “All I ever wanted”
[Text ID: “all I ever wanted / was to sit by a fire with someone who wanted me in measure the same to my wanting. / To want to make a fire with someone, with you, was all.”]
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