if we were lovers i would write you the sweetest had written notes, my tender words written in cursive with my favorite pen, you feel my longing and endearment through the ink on the paper, essential oils and perfume on the paper so you remember my scent, a tea bag from my favorite tea, some pressed flowers on the inside on the envelope, the envelope sealed with a kiss before being shipped off to you, my darling
“i love him.”
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“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
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Adonis, from Selected Poems; “To a Soothsayer” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)
when emily dickinson said “today is far from childhood” and when lorde said “it feels so scary getting old” and when taylor swift said “how long will it be cute, all this crying in my room? when you can’t blame it on my youth” and when phoebe bridgers said “and i woke up in my childhood bed wishing i was someone else, feeling sorry for myself” and when mitski said “to think that we could stay the same” and “mom, am i still young? can i dream for a few months more?” and when-
when elena ferrante said “there are people who leave and people who know how to be left” and when richard siken said “someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.” and when sally rooney wrote “if i told you where my car is right now, i don’t think i’d be able to leave, i think i would have to stay here just in case you changed your mind about everything” and when mikko harvey said “the number of hours we have together is actually not so large. please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”and when karese burrows wrote “i have never seen a door that doesn’t look like you leaving. look at me writing this poem. even here i don’t mean anything i say. except that I still want you. that whatever is in me still loves you deeply. it is a light i can’t turn off. i clap my hands and nothing happens.” and when margarita karapanou said “i never expected you to actually finish anything. you were always leaving. i always picture you with a suitcase in your hand.”
I don't know what to do
“Sweet mother, I cannot weave –
slender Aphrodite has overcome me
with longing for a girl.”
-Sappho
i hate people knowing my business. i never tell my family anything but i will tell all my mutuals
photos that radiate the feeling of comfort and home.
Nick Nelson yelling "YOU'RE MY BOYFRIEND! I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND! WE'RE BOYFRIENDS!" with such joy while carrying Charlie Spring in his arms on a beach is exactly how i want young gay love to be portrayed. slay Alice Oseman fr
Mary Oliver, “Late Spring,” in Felicity